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We're trying to be strong, but we know that life goes on..
But they'll be moanin', weeping, and crying out for pain,
Long to not afraid to you, oh when

1980, I was here with Maria
We were so young, but were meant for each other
Making some love at the beach in Ibiza
No, I don't know what happened

making it on me (true)
'Cause when I walk through, people follow
All I see is hallow bodies
Waiting & standing, passion decaying
While mine? Creates

to close your eyes to really see 
That you're dreaming if you're thinking of doing nothing and making something
That you were hoping you could be or could

yourself what you see when you look at me
I catch a body, my nigga, just for harassing me
Cause at least once in my life, I've been told a beast
I've been

l's
But I had to learn  
Watch the way you step 
Specially when you earn 
Everything with time
Ain't no need to stress
Now we talking 7 figures nothing

Leeds boy balling in the pool
I'm a young James Milner
When your tunes play
I'm feeling none of em like I took painkillers
Say you're pushing kilos

ONE TWO THREE FOUR

Run from the cops
Don't never stop
Run from the cops

When I was a young boy I started playing guitar
Playin by the rules was not

And all it entails 
Building your status 
As if people really care
The fact is most don't 
And will hate you once you're there
We're and envious world
So

always on my jack jones
Centre of it all it's all fake love
Only my mate when you need a favour
Making a note if I'm late once
Cos I'm referred

was balling with my cousins
Decisions spontaneous didn't see the repercussions
Whoppings for our actions
They were cheaper by the dozen
Grew a little

grow a little older
Life start to get a little colder
Its a gamble its a game of poker
When you're a kid time flies and now it's a little slower
And now

cos I'm missing mils, in the field, n*ggas in their feels, so I keep a steel, an it's by me n*gga try me thats a casualty, young spilly n*gga got dior

a dutch bro, goddamn
I need a goddamn dutch bro, goddamn
You know what I'm sayin’ goddamn shit
F'real I don't care if, if, if
Niggas making death threats

it's ok to be so poor when you're young
And your best day is yet to come
But that hungry old man with the trembling hands
Is never going back to college

A local rap artist remains behind bars
Charged with drug possession and
Running from police we
Were there, 21 years old Joseph Barnett, who
Goes by

me
And he'd stay by my side
If i could talk to him again
Id ask him why he lied
What was his fuckin reason
For always making my mama cry
And i say "

the time 
when I brought her to see DC
Comic book adaptations
Aqua man I am here favorite 
Swimming to the depths of scary places
Where you come back feeling

really trynna rep the shit
You must understand what I represent
Fiends in the street that don't get respect
Losing they grip making less and less
Skin

afflicted by her pain
When I was 13 I thought I could see
My life exactly how it was supposed to be
I whittled my dreams got a little cocky
But I was young

Now when your young death can make you aware of your mortality,

Yet times we feel invicible, lose site of reality,

until it takes a loved one

That's why I never need a blunt
Killing anybody that has a body, and if you're just ahead
We're passing by you to kill you properly
Took the cape off, took

Is it me or something in the sky
Its summer time
The truth is there you need to realize
You need to ignore your pride
Let's comprise

We're too young

Hate

Organized Konfusion

WSHT: Radio Mix

2003

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When the weak emotion of love fails to bring hope
Kneel to your master nigga, invoke the strongest emotion
known to mankind HATE!
Awww, you are