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and an old man died in there
Who owned four pounds rent and William Hare said that's not fair
So Hare and his friend Burke came up with a morbid plan
To make

feeling me
judging how I look not by lyrical abilities
Please, this is for my people in the background
staying out the limelight, molding how a track sounds

You ever seen a good man do what a good man want
Well he know that ain't fair
I've seen a bad man do what a bad man want
A bad man really don't care

don't fight fair
And any entity that mentions me pretentiously dares
To destroy their own health - it's suicide - see for yourself
To come against me your

the decisions I've made till this day now
So listen to my story and learn from it
I know it ain't a lot but a fair share of things that I've gone through are

fight before
I'll wait - I'll wait down in the flame
I'll wait - I'll wait see you again
I wait six years - I wait six nights
A missing heart - a lonely

Goddamn this shit is a cycle
My love my love is a typo
Mistakes I really can't fight though
I'll go I'll go where the wind blows
Sometimes the universe it

Get whole, break bread 
Been ready, been set
Been chilly, been dead
All the way live though
By some twist of energy I'm alive 
And I can't just not

to square one, with nowhere to run
I don't really want an easy fight, just a fair one
But that's not happening, prolly cause my skin tone
Momma been put me

and feel under my skin

Over candlelight, all my lyrics don't read over terribly
Line by line, genius interview or like my therapy
On the mic, melted even

more die it's like no one at all care
In the streets it's all fair until you get the call
That your mans passed away from taking fentanyl
Then it make

up just like my trust
I've had too much of all of that
I think I'm growing then fall back
The shit I live by on a tat
I'm on the field I'm the next

The way up out of there
Yeah
Aye
No he ain't playing fair
The enemy is tryna breach
To get up in your square
Stay with my brothers in the Lord
My clique

I'm skating with my posse, it's Down Town Down Town
And If you wanna get live than come Down Town

Verse I
I Place to be at, where we spit raps the DJ

Something to Cling To

Skyclad

Vintage Whine

1999

we need, is something to cling to.
As your 'fair-weather-friends' stand waving,
From the comfort of their yacht,
(It's strange how when you needed

Frontline

Culture VI

Elite

2004

for these bullets to dive in your chest
Killin' niggaz with a dirty weapon
Keep talkin' we can fight and shoot the fair one plus 37
Ya' boy sick I don't

shelves
4 to 12, get you the safe paper
Here's the idea, I'm Poison Pen
Yeah stay right there man
I live with no string, breath easy
You get loud, I get