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you think about letting it show
I know you my type
I'm not trying to fight
Need you at my side
And by my side and not aside
Two wrongs don't make

This is a story of a
Young man named Young Goose and
Young Goose was a troubled child growing up
In two different environments
If he can break

to be the best version of myself
But it's hard to be
I set no limits on my growth
I need to be so perfect or I'd rather be a ghost
I try to start my day

The face of death emoji was just an evil grin Shattered in the mirror, I had to crack a
Smile I'm growling out the zoo, I'm by the woop-de-woo

follow me like every darn occasion
If I pop up in the church or in my room I'm praising
I keep livin in it
Nah I keep livin in it
Got two phone calls, God

chances for the money fuck it
And now they thinking fuck it
Cause he got the pretty at
The end of discussion
Two years infected by the hunted women
Four

Had this all planned
Was on the right track
Then you came along and
I took two steps back
You opened my eyes, took me into the wild
Drank rum

child, mean a better man
Like better shoes, mean a better stand
Or a better mind, mean a better hand
Another dilemma, damn
Fights with no plans created

nervous, thinking, "What's she gonna do" (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
She grabs you by the arm, I'm thinking "I'm through" (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Then you look back at me,

have been crucified with Christ
It is no longer I who live
But Christ lives in me
And the life which I now live in the flesh
I live by faith in the Son

And the sun would paint its wanderings
Upon the canvass of my skin, 
A tattooed tan parading my bare chest. 

But in truth I have no memories, 
Of carelessness

face each consequence from our thoughts
Struck by poverty, certified comfort In trafficking without no remorse
Coding, causing amenities While the python

As dark as the devil's heart and the crickets were rioting
He's always fast asleep by then so I unzipped his pants,
Dipped my hands and by the time he woke

Through the glass[00:27.90]Cross the divide[00:29.36]A complex system in there hides[00:32.11]Three golden hair and two dictators[00:35.99]Broken

like I'm kobe
Thousand on the clothes
7'2 on the money I can beat you in the post

Keep that thing on me I ain't never by my lonesome
She a quarterback

born/
While I'm trynna get reborn/
Before I continue to write a verse because we can't lead these kids wrong/



Verse 2:

The child of a rolling stone/

Fuck Gucci, Prada, Fendi, balenciaga 
Temp me nada, empty. all outta
Empathy, prowl on a child, like a coward
Sickening to put it simply don't

present, none of these rappers get it
Wonder why I try to remain separate, no child support draining my bank account
My children set and, I'm coming back for

comatose and probably sacrilegious/
The track attack and pillage, no rapture after penance/
I'm worldwide and cause disaster that ain't laughter is it/
I'm

and took him by the hands
cnd she said,
 
Joe, I know that you can't see But heaven's placed a child in me
She cried and told him everything cnd that young

of heavy child soldiers[00:53.85]Knowing any second that the dream could now be over[00:57.86]Touched by the hand and the light of her shadow[01:01.91]Theres

this world by storm
And if you lose your way
You'll find me closer than you know
With every step four footprints become two, I'm lifting you
Now you're

Lyrics from The Gaza Arcane by Jack Hirschman, poetry

1

Shema here,
shema hear me,
a child born 
and raised originally
in Superman’s 
capitol

hateful thing to do
I don't know why

There was a book given to the ghost when he was two years old
By deceased grandmother, the ghost was my brother
My