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go boombox is on the floor
I'm telling a story about the world
High blue sky shadows on the wall
And cement floor is heated by sun

City was white all

arms you just kicking shit so
That’s why I’m never worried bout how they talk
I live by a code that I could never neglect
My palm itching bout that money

of the goats
Black lives matter, and yes, I am white
I just see the flaws in the system, I believe in the imago dei
You all are beautiful
Love yourself, and beep

Pull up in pelle pelle
Got the iron by my belly
Chicken chunk like it's a deli
We gon leave a nigga smelly
Warzone hit em from the heli
We gon rob

a window for you

I say a little prayer demons in my life (Shadow)
Shadows in the dark
Hoping that we fight
Scripting all my life
I'm on another angry at mom

King kong, in cannes, on a date with spiderman,

dan dare's sitting there, scared by the killerteddy bears,

down town, mini mouse is slippin micky's

Stressed out start to drink and get aggressive 
Hold on let’s address it they say I get excessive 
Almost get arrested questioned by detectives 
I’m

outside 
But still I roll 
With my eyes 
On the prize 
And my iPhone 
I socialize with the live ho's 
And often ice and tha right zone 
That's cool and tha

never safe
Yea
See this is therapeutic
Never sold drugs had to live thru it
Wish I drew shit
Paint a picture of my life
Family fights and how it got

close in
They call it freaky trollin'
And that's how we be rollin'
Look forward
It's black and white, no checker pieces
Red then won that fight
The gang

by my colour but from my character
Cool cat but i ain't rocking any slazenger
You a passenger and I'm a barrister
Causing a massacre, damaging all

Toneless, I feel dead, no beat in my chest

No suicide, waste away till I die
Lost my fight my mind my friends and my drive
Tell me why it's so hard to be

a stern backhand like Venus or Serena
On the mic though, things aren't black and white though
When we were youngings we wanted to be Michael
Jackson

me feeling Rich Porter
True say I might step with Harlem
I'm a hundred with gang
And by myself I'm spartan
Them man doing up bench
Cause they

life

Tryna get this dough

Im still gettin low

So I’m gettin high

Im just barely getting by

Never staying in the lines

Im afraid to live the life I

heart is
I only got one life
I'd rather live it by the rainbows
Never seein' black and white
I walk among some angels
Tell me when love disappeared, no
It

feeling Misch Porter
True say I might step with Harlem
I'm a hundred with gang
And by myself I'm spartan
Them man there doing up bench
Cause they ain't

live a conceded life
Tryna enter the winners circle like you
Boy you gone need advice
Never enter this gun fight
With a switch blade they’ll see

It was a miracle
He wasn't allowed to live
He had to be a gift
He had to be circumcised
In sacred fire
But before that
He was a leader's desire

dice 
Roll a couple aces and I’m seeing snake eyes
Binabole daste they ain’t ever showing pride
Rules of the street 
Honor what we live by
Paise bi banay

limbs
Your drunk you can’t handle your drink
A lot of men put their lives on the line
Only God knows what these gamblers think
Sometimes I’m surprised I’m

the wall something's breaking
Wearing white as you're walkin'
Down the street of my soul

You take my self, you take my self control
You got me livin' only

a fight to watch
Always was a dream deferred
At Langston with it
Waiting on my bank to send it
Mingle with the millionaires got family with a lengthy

my bread
Try to catch my breath when I open up this check
But growing older, I
Notice I waste my time on doing right
By people who don't give a fuck