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Talking to they people another thing
That keep they mind at ease
They tryna listen to ya life
And take they mind up off the rest
The stories on the outside

man swing young man turns to a old man old man dead man recreation live again preaching teaching from book written by chosen hands exposing klans

Hey dude
Why're you always doing things that puts you in trouble
I want to live in peace but I'm just drawn to the darkness
I can not change my

imma write these books Instead
And draw my pictures, illustrate it, real shit
You can do anything you put your mind to
'Cause It's mind over matter in

the void
To float forever & ever

I sit under this oak tree & hopefully smoke in peace real calmly
The night moves through as though a projection from things

You just friends with geniuses like Carl
If I'm enslaved the only thing I'm a slave to is my mine state
Empire State of mind like the Tri-state

rhymes push
The sort of negative shit that leaves a pure mind shook

You act like you read four five books
On how to be a lyricist envision this you poor

to my health like its a drug
I ask to make things better, but you tell me no
Did me dirty like I live at 477 (yeah)
Took a flight to New York, yelling:

pain no gain
I'm a sage of the craft
Spells in my rhyme book and my notepad
Another wizard ain't got shit on me
My CV say I'm the H-N-I-C
Put in work

Got me changing my facilities
My mind is out it's mind
In and out my darkest hours
My life is not really mine
Your time is not really watched by

'Cause all the people who do bad
Tend to sell things oh so well
Then you can live in a beautiful house
But you will never have the peace of mind

And he

gas station carts off the BP on 7th Street
Now I'm chiefing pressure on the regular, like I'm running the trap
Got so much on my mind like Abe Lincoln

thing on my mind
I remember
I remember
I forgive
I remember
I remember
I remember
I forgive

I'm learning the language of the planet
We inhabit

Tangled Up in Blue

Melvin Seals

Keepers of the Flame

2005

hello," she said
"You look like the silent type."
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth

What You Want?

Arsonists

Date of Birth

2001

off I don't brag I just do what I gotta
So if you ask me I'ma say that I rhyme and yada yada
I got lotta things on my mind to explain the business
So

hometown, and they said he was divine
But Jesus scorned that kind of stuff, it was the last thing on his mind.
Stand up little Jesus, stand up little Jesus

keeps turnin
I keep learnin no stop its Gaz
Depicting the live I know, tryna book shows and pop off
Dropped off negatively last fall
Look how far I've

off ball hog
But i cant get hooked its fishy in the sea you hoes got me shook 
I cant live by the book 
Im a king and your a rook

Thought I could live by myself
Didn't know it was bad for my health
Unknowingly lived in a hell
Didn't like the cards I was dealt
So, I fought for

for wisdom
about things half baked inside our tiny minds
and smooth young brains

Hurricane Weather
i always end up paraphrasing

You ask what i’ve

live by yourself

So, I keep angels here for company
Demons just as comforting
I'm not who you wanna be
I'm just speaking honestly

They move past my

have the rest of me
But one things fasho, imma keep my soul
No matter how it go, imma pave my own road
Look legends live forever might as well go for

upended in an
Instant by imagining moves
Closing my mind, swimming in what I lack
I guess I'll just wait around till that
Knife hit's my back

ain't the best thing for you
Misery loves company, so don't be it's newest visitor

Carry yourself with respect, so you won't live with regret
Just stand