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Living for the City

Stevie Wonder

At the Close of a Century

1999

A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong

The Struggle

Black Market Militia

The Black Market Militia

2005

women, y'all are queens, and we gon' win
I love y'all hair, I love y'all face, I love y'all brown skin
I love y'all most, because you stand behind us black

wish

My sword will decapitate your head
Before it falls off
Kick your chest back and snatch
You by your hair like a fat money stack
Then I slam it

a king on a cot
In yo moms basement
Fuckin girls on dirty mattresses 
With no air vent

I got a game plan
To bring a message
To the black man
Come right

with syrup reload perkys by the case
It's a dirty world call my youngin dirty face
Put the stick back in the dirt the DA fumbled the case
Don't get

Catholic Fashion

Ninja High School

Young Adults Against Suicide

of the time salvation seems like a trap. bass bins = harps,
Halos = hubcaps. we have it figured out, it's the will of the lord:
Holiness is black light running

press fast forward
Got beef with radio if I don't play they show
They don't play my hit's, well
I don't give a shit, so
Rap mags try and use my black ass

c boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong

It’s all about going fast
But sometimes you gotta slow down
Mhmm
Yeah
Mhmm
Mhmm (Yeah)
Yeah
Alright you so cool
Don’t abide by the rules
Just a man

R:
I’m Rockin out 4 Karo
Beef wit Bro - Shoot at my Ken 
Got Killas ona payRo - point a finga 
Blow  da Fen
TornadO - Get a Halo 
 Betta lay low Wen

my cholos
Pay by the peso I do what I say so
How much pay though I pay by tomato's
Got pounds of the mayo
Dragons aren't real but I'm keeping draco

mad or be sad, cause you know
A real nigga playing

Black hair, Pretty face
Truly a man killa
Thought you were my Yennefer
But you're more

Blank pages, young faces, hearts of gold
Funny how love is
all black or white when brand new
We cutpaste the stories told
Shiny or deadly
Never In

need some healing by any means yea
Trick or treat come smell my feet you know they ain't dirty ay
Believe me just take this it good for them b's yea

Kubrick your Medulla
Tabula Rasa as my rubric
Meteors are my jeweler
Cold as Nebulas
Halos ghost fine-tuning
We come peace
But I'm ready to spark war

sword cus
I'm slicing and dicing
Bitch from dirty docks cus
That hoe always trifling
Green & black designer coat
I feel like Tanjiro
They say my flow too

Rico's wreakin'
I'm makin' waves in the form of tornados
I can chase storms in my weather winnebago
From the heavens I fell
But to hell with a halo
You got

telling mama I picked you
I thought I was an angel, tell her use that as an angle

To grip me by my ankles, and dirty up my halo
Rage like Django, this

fibers and feeding a mental image
Like a cannibal animal, crushing with the weight of cannon balls
Stamina wrecked by damage inflicted phantoms
A dirty

skin like hair with the lice on
It like shit, you can get your face split
Like a zit that you pop when
You think it's hot shit
I don't know how I did it

Lucky Man

Ron Wood

I Feel Like Playing

2010

to reproduce 
A halo turns it into a news. 
Sit by the through other dice 
If he only knew I'm alive! 

Oh I'm a lucky man! 
Oh I'm a lucky man! 
Do you

I ain't out here preachin' like if I'm Malcom
I'm hella dirty in these streets, 730
ShakeDown, bitch, smoke till my lungs black
Only question I ask,

ain't intimidated, came to get a snowflake
Take her back to the crib, for a clam bake
There she was in thigh high black boots
Long blond hair and a skin

apartment
Half-empty Hennessy bottles and condoms on the carpet
Half a bag of cocaine on the counter by my Smith & Wesson
Misdirected I gripped the weapon