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of my close circle
I spit crack should rap in a Coke commercial
I swear rappers are so elementary
Like I'm trapped in the back of the
Freezer with

Harbor Grace, Newfoundland the ground was wet and soft were you a tad bit nervous did you have your fingers crossed hoping for a miracle of science

Went down to the river
To wash my sins away
And the wake upon the shoreline
Was coming in like Judgement Day
And the ships out in the harbor
They've

Might you tender me some mercy
Might you harbor me some grace
May we beat the devil swiftly
May we sail from this place
To that Paradise in Glory

'Cause I gotta go to work now to earn my pay

I'm going to a harbor town on the Fourth of July
Lay out on the sand and watch the waves pass by
Out

I recollect a poker hand
Like bourbon over ice
You rode me home in your mama's car
That night of mysteries
White stars were falling in the air

They would see my demise
N I been tryna keep my gaurd up 
You don’t kno my life 
N u don’t what I like to harbor 
I’m from the streets 
Where drug money

Fingers in the air
Like you really give a damn
Peace sign up
Lemme hear you say yeah

Power to the people
Put your hands in the air
Peace sign high

Flaming Swords

Sunz of Man

Sunz of Man

1998

melt
We bomb like a stealth and give food for health
Not a friend of me...

[Verse 5]
Watching enemies stare, hostility floats in the air
If I have

Down on me to death
Feel it in the air
Just by myself
And no one seems to care
The Air
The Air
The Air
Lately I aint been myself
And now no one seems

Ain't My Life

The Grouch

Crusader for Justice

2004

satisfaction when we teach these men

it comes from deep within
I cannot keep it in
I do not celebrate sin
I do not harbor hate

I've got a larger fate then

Don't Think I Don't Love You

George Jones

I'm a People

1966

arbors troubled souls found peaceful harbors
Brush arbors by the side of the road
Many times I have departed from the way of life I started
In an arbor by

Drug Money

DJ Dallas Green

Turn Up Why Turn Down

you want
Shoot it through the air, and buy you what you want

I got plug money, gotta ship it back in Mexico
Slot money make you shoot yourself like

Drug Money

Future, Yo Gotti

From the House 2 Tha Trap

you want
Shoot it through the air, and buy you what you want

I got plug money, gotta ship it back in Mexico
Slot money make you shoot yourself like

by force

I'm a government hunter - since the survey formed up
The cattlemen pay me my dues
They're tired of the slaughter goin' down every night
I

gonna
Baby we're gonna die
We're trippin'

We are almost halfway there
Reached our peak, breathing fresh air
Walking down the harbor stairs, lead me

rainbow color hair

They scared first time they seen a shark breathe air

Product of the grinding hood made me violent

Surrounded by a ocean full of whales

You played with fire you danced with lies
Tore apart our world with venomous ties
You whispered deceit into innocent ears
Fueled by your anger your

head
I'm here right now and this is happening
Just like that, I'm waking to the moment
I found somewhere to harbor me 

This time, you laugh and then

And my words felt drowned

I fell into the water
I fell into the water
One by one, they come to harbor
Am I a lamb for slaughter
I have my own heart

Don't get me riled, I get wick-wick-wild
Flex styles by the pile, so smile for awhile
Aware, my dear kick-kick-kick, snare
That the flavor's in the air

I ain't finna to play, tell that boy get out my face
I'll never lose my faith, but i'll let the chopper spray
My heart don't harbor hate, But these

paintbrush
That brush won't get you much
Why not stick to painting by numbers?
Numbers you can count on

Numbers you can count on
Like one plus one is two
Till

wit his grace 
Ya 
I always remained solid and I made 
It here by faith 
Ya 
Live like everyday my birthday I'm just 
Tryna get that cake 
Ya 

My soul