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There's no coming back from this,
Thought we could heal the cracks,
Some wounds shouldn't be stitched,
Found comfort in the glass,
Cause you're not coming

a trick (waala)
Mulah crack a smile, have her wetter than some piss (tada)
Murder with the ink, said Irv Gotti I insist (Irv Gotti)
Mulah popping like

shit kill em all bodies keep dropping
lo steady hit em wit a whirlwind
All blood yall niggas really don't want shit
Better come get some crack from

on the streets serving crack and rapping to beats
When that money came I just had to go on my kneels
Saying Jesus please
I don't wanna smoke no weed
Drop from top

the rap-side, crack-side
How I smoked funk, smacked bitches on the backside
Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests
Fifty shot clip if a nigga wan' test

serpent of flame
Thunders of Urizen bellow loud
The earth cracks in pain
The devil needs blood

Dressed in clothes of fire
Fields of circled black
A brooder

I'm back with it
Like a blunt with some crack in it
All we do is lace tracks
All I spit is truth
Motherfucker better face facts
Never lost my stride
You

set
(I live in the cracks of your busted mirror
Shatter the world Were you're never here)

You are so damn blind
You look at yourself
With uneven eyes
I

told her I eat ass now I'm a asshat
Fuck it tho, crackhead just gon ask me where the crack at
Fuck wrong, ion do no pics but can that ass clap?
She don't

Still wishing but still ain't made it
Stuck in the grind dawg I just wish God save me
The crack Moma's crack baby the dope man's last baby
Grandma's

know what's best for me or how I can preserve you
Severed at the conscience
I don't know how to act
Shouting incompletely
Voices left to crack
Silence

(Yuh)
Watch em' run around, they in combat (Yuh)
Slippin' thru the cracks, demons unfound (Yuh)
This is my museum
Paintin' pictures with the blood of my

the buzzer, bummer
I'ma do a runner, want more kicks than a drummer
While the younger look at uppers with more crack than a plumber
This is sex, drugs and hip

So I'm always strapped with a knapsack packed with wet napkins
For crap that gets trapped in the cracks
When I wipe em front to back then
I don't know

the door like the pack man
I'm bouta go ahead and rap, told her bye bye
Nigga's be smokin' that crack, yeah that zaza
Shawty be singin' in my ear like la la

Some people like to dance all night
They never find their way home
The lights in the city might burn too bright
You might not ever crack the code

Wey calm whitey come
To feel me you no go feel form
A new form
Fuck I'm on my new form
I be so dope I swear I'm a crack fella
Grace cover me like say

Lay down in bed, and I'm walking through my mind
Tryna figure out every little crack inside
Always passed life by, so I guess it's time
To pick apart

cannot crash)
I'm high as shit bitch this crack
This ain't weed (Bitch this shit Crack)
Trust in that bitch
Can't do that
I'll just leave (cannot do that)

that i was never the person you thought i was
But instead just another attention-loving, hypocritical parasite
And yet, even after the cracks had so

crack he went sold him some soap
On that dust Junkie jumped nigga felt like he could float
Bitch its up
What the fuck
Then we go get some money the free

never gonna, bring us down
we ain’t going, without a sound
You can try to hold us back
You know we’ll never crack,

Chorus 1
We are free
to do what we

just for argument's sake

well the silence is deafening
and it fills every corner of the room

you want me to crack....I want you to crack...

I admit it

Unpack my bags I've been packing for weeks.
Crawl into bed and try to fall into sleep
Eyes wide open. 

I slide through cracks that emerge through