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7th Ward hot boy, chopper drums
Dragon breathin' in the sun
The devil in me got an easy job
Demons in my head, I must confess
They speak in tongues

and the painter casting shadows on the water --
As the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other --

in doubt I compare to the greatest[02:29.51]Measure success by the path paved in the statements I'm makin[02:32.17]Activism's lookin' for a change

to "hell yeah, why not"
Seventeen, morning person by default because of rules
But they never should've told me, "Choose your own time for school"
Went from

many dots
Pages and pages of dots
Swirling, whirling, random dots everywhere

I thought maybe being in the psych ward
For a couple weeks
Would open my

caught in the cold in the nude
Or wake up gettin fucked by life wit no lube
And they'll put yo shit in national news
On the tube
Food for thought hope

need to carry out ya vision
We don’t need no
Thought Control
Genetically they modify the food supply
Suppress us into the belief
That we all living just

Military Machine U Need To Carry Out Ya Vision
We don't need no
Thought Control

Genetically they modify the food supply
Suppress us into the belief
That we

(21), hollows for my opp (21)
He just hit her raw, dawg, he didn't put on his sock (on God)
Thought he was a stepper (21), now his ass some za' (haha)

soulful shit
Food for thought
Like grandma soul food
I told you
Im in it for the long run
A savage for beats
21 in a week
Been overthinking for weeks

21st Century Survival Blues

Frank Turner

Be More Kind

2018

I've got the 21st century survival blues
A condition brought on by watching the news
Things have been quiet for far too long
And if I know human

over
I make the silence loud and awkward up the octave, tone devoted
They tried to tell me otherwise
Close-minded thinking, I despise
Food for thought

dope 
For the pesos
Gotta keep food 
On my table
When i get enough bands 
Imma take over 
Yeah i gotta find away to let the pain go

Shawty on top

core Open the door and let this song be your ward
Its you slipping away that we cannot afford
Find myself feeling that life's a damn game
If i can't

Screw type shit
Just a sad ho runnin' through the crew type shit
I got a bad bitch at home, voodoo type shit
Take down Meg Thee Stallion's by the group

No, you weren't loyal to me
Girl you weren't loyal to me
No, you wish you was loyal now

Remember in the park mama
Getting fixed food by your mama
Now

forgive me lord if I gotta pull his cord
Fast forward, trading bullets at that store in first ward
Cancel him, eighty six he food Heinz ward
You a shooter

of laughables
And now its even faster with the broadband
Mp3’s pushed by the board to award stands
A whore’s land, airwaves in an idiot’s ward’s hands

Its the hot damn they so rad boys
Pull off hit the gas boy.
Too quick 120 on the dashboard
Slide by doin 125

Kody

Red-faced Rollie make me dead bitch

her (on God)
Whoa, never knew that I had to propose, no (21)
I was fine with you bein' one of my hoes, for sure (on God)
She say she seen us bein'

whip
Got me living lavish
Plate full of food
And a safe full of cash
No time for a thot
I just run to the bag
Ice on my neck
Cartier on my glass
I got

And begged for more food

His life was short and strange
Remembered by too few
Comment-allez vous?
Does hell have better food?

Once he ate 2 dozen snakes

Legacy

Travis Scott

Father of 4

2019

for money (they slide they slide)
You ever felt a zombie? (Who?)
Yo' body gon' smell like vomit (ooh, ooh, ooh)

I done went bad (bad)
Ever since I

9th ward my burrow
I represent the scum's ate the crumbs
Now I'm reaching for a new height
Nothing but love and we crew tight
Craving renew sight hussle