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a discourse
I want you to understand this hurt

Swallowed whole, by all that pains me
I lash out, selfishly
I yearn to bring them back
So they may know the lack

Someone carved you out of ivory 
Or some porcelain or brass
They looked upon your face
And they knew they'd done their task

So they tore their

baby
Get your shit peeled
We murkin' out everybody
Ain't no one leavin' the buildin'
Okay, I'm reloaded, ready again
To watch everything you know go
Out

is beside me
I'll stand to lend you my
Hand so you could end your hiding

Made a hit
Three in a row
I was up so high
She bring me low low
Gimme that

get pushed by the breeze

I could write a song or I could sit in paralysis
Thinking I'm the best is a poor mans analysis
The pain of knowing that I

don't play by your rules
And they hate that
Killer without the face mask
Tick tock you Krossed
A dangerous path
I'm a monster in this abyss
The opposite

nothing
Love the new me that I'm sculpting
Hoping one day I'll be something, to someone
Rudolph still not around his peers
He's lost watchin' the time go by

place
Praying for love
But I know it's a stretch
So I'll become the version
Of me that's the best
Praying for love
But I know it's a stretch
So I'll

Feel your past running by
Like a vision in the night
And you, find yourself out at sea again
Find yourself just trying to believe
New dreams on these

process
This will be a fucking progress

Enough standing in that dark room
Did not wanted to bring it in my tomb
Enough
You feared me because of my

place you can live out your dreams, and I re-
fuse to climb the cor-poor-ate ladder, emphasis on poor -- I retort

I was born in the usa
I was born in

skills in solitude
Finna set 'em free on all of you
Working with my team, Cray-B and me
And we take care of all our dues
And we 'bout to move, these bars'

million watts
While we shut down our own, just listen it's not time to talk
cll they want is a chance, same as us, they want a shot
Let your feelings out by

hard
Point guard, in the paint, going hard
Backyard, CPU, I'm that dude with Pablo Sanchez's view
Read between the lines when you look me in my eyes
I'm

would hear him in the night
Soaring
Oh Lord he could play that horn

I would hear him in the day light
Pouring out those brilliant notes
And sounding

Solomon the messages true 
But it is He who made us not us see the evil we do

The the the trusting in our beauty bring us damage and pain
Because our pride

But you better watch out
Who you let cut in
'Cause you might loose your baby
To your best friend
Well, waltz me once again
'Round that dance floor
Make

kick came out (eating noises) other tables of staring at me.  (Speaking Italian) grab cheese.   Do you have oil? 
it's hot and it's moist and it's made

just not meant to be (Nah)
And please don't try to get me on your beat
Cuz imma tell you, im exclusive (Ooo)
I ain't rap on shit unless it's by Kenny

the same
But bring some music you would love
I just like yo face a lot it's caymans Islands,angels knots
Hope are paths don't sway to far
Bipolar breaks me

like that
And you been useful like guitar when I'm tryna itch my back
It just gets lonely when your far away and not in my lap

Started staying up for

racks out

Give my Glocky to lil' baby 'til I
Tell you bring that strap out (Let's go)
Posted with my soldiers, 1800 boys, we up now
Got a freak like,

There's something I can't figure out
There's something that I can't let go
It's here it's real and it's staring me in the eye
It's all I see now

checking in on how you are doing
I guess you may be sleeping by now
Young nigga up next
West end praise on flex
East End trips
Bad bitches on set
Cop