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by George ?Papa Doc? Bush.  Music by the ?Village People? the very military "Macho Man."
 
?Company!!!?
?Macho, macho man!?
? Two-three-four.?
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dream
They do
Glad I'm still not
What world?
I create when I dream, in my life when I die
Fix that tie
When I die
Fix that tie
When I die
Fix that tie

prayer asking that any enemy get blown away
Like a wish getting passed by a feather
Or somebody looking at my wrist like a national treasure
I don't need

whole life is a allegory
The truth I speak is a double-edge
And that's why there's no matrimony
Everybody knows what I came to do
So they separate

which opportunity I should go after next
So to help me not waste entire days of my life in indecision about what to do next
I've begun to ask myself this

Will recognise me when I'm forty
Like Shorty I've been real from day
I see MC's I don't carry on away
So why would they wanna hate
Us when it's 2008?
You

for life
We got cops killing civilians 
Like its alright hmm
Y’all don’t really give a fuck
Thats why I look up to the sky
And I’m praying to God that

Yo

You'd think after all these years of being clean I'd get my feelings back
Right? So why it don't feel like that
It's like God built my heart

People love to say that your different ya know 
Last album had it booming something vicious ya know 
Wasn't like this growing up they wasn't picking

we might just change a life… or two
We are the few that influence the many
We never had much
Quick to give away plenty
Let the goal be to give’em all

live in a mirage
The only way by (way by)
Is for us to die so I cry
Tear in the eye
I need that heavy comforting
So I know that I will get by
Love

Palumbo, Road House & the album got you by the throat
Over the ropes, choke, no hope
Just toke like a chief does
I been dealing with these childish angry

(Hook)
I've been dribblin' past 'em obstables like Leo Messi 
Gotta blood of the Drukpa, Kalay Phabeysh, Excuse me!
Drukpa For life, goin' cray cray

a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by

Dear Tyre

I'm so saddened by news of your death.
It's not fair that you were taken away from your family in such a brutal and senseless way.

You

po' to high, low ride
Like George Lopez's old fries, was when TV turned off with low lights
Now I got no life, besides what I do in my music
I'm doing

Last Call

Logic

YSIV

2018

probably like, damn, yo

"Why little Bobby didn't come to school today?"
On the real, I was doin' anything to run away
And that's the same reason kids

Just look at George Floyd
 look at Emmett
They slaughter kids 
Father to my lil boy he got the right to live 
The Judging by the skin
They wildin out

ass honky got them birds flying south
Like George Jung wit some gold fronts
Watch me turn my tour bus to a foursome
Man I need me a Penelope
People

and sirens, niggas open fire
Bunch of Thug Life niggas on the rise, until I die
Ask me why I'm a boss player gettin' high
And when I'm rollin' by niggas can't

Rest in peace George Floyd, Ahmaud Arbery, Breonna Taylor
And all the other beautiful black souls lost at the hands 
Of police brutality 

Oh I can't

a good thing that it rain
When you really fucked up
Just know life finds a way
Wrap my mind around this situation
Always find a way
Thought I wasn't makin'

I stopped and dropped and rolled away
They tried to chase but no luck today
Run away, listening to the words they say because I feel the same
I'm not

(say what, say what)
No justice, no peace (can't here y'all)
No justice, no peace (a little louder)
No justice, no peace (can't hear y'all)
No