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sh** criminal smooth
Like I'm Mike Jack 
How a ni*** walk on the moon
And end up right back
Home filling papers with moods
While y'all fight that 

I'm

And I'll be gone, gone tonight
The ground beneath my feet is open wide
The way that I been holdin' on too tight
With nothing in between

The story of my

There's something poetic about the way you sigh (No lie)
As you look up at the night sky
Feel the fury and the fever rushing through your veins

I sit and think to myself
Is what I wanna say to be true
But I rather cut back vent and smoke
Think about my future
As time fly pass
Day by day or by

Home Invasion

Ice-T

Home Invasion

1993

opening-dome kit
And once again I'm gonna put them under my fuckin' spell
They might start givin' you fuckin' hell
Start changin' the way they walk
They

we bust shots (talk to 'em)
A young, wild adolescence (huh), packin' the Wesson
Country Mike fronted me some work, I'ma package and sell it (I roast

Uh, chopping garlic by myself
You know ain't nobody worried bout' yo health, right
(Right?)
Keep a condom by my belt
You know better than to trust

home because I already spend most of my time here
I’m surrounded by the ones I love and have grown up with, but I see everyone in a different light

the club 
Tell the Dj play it back thats my favorite song
We on our way out the club song
Fucked the club up riding drunk in the uber song
Screaming 
I never

Rodney King
I know the judicial branch is run by racists
'Cuz Brock Turner got three months despite being a rapist
The evidence is obvious, it ain't hard

the Son go hard
Now y'all see where I be headed with these cutthroat bars
Slick with the way I'm moving, peep my accurate acumen
Spectacular fashion how I

Blah Blah Blah… Yada Yada Yada… (Can People Please Finish What They Sayin’)

By Twenty-Something DJ Franklin

(c) 2022 Raymond F. Quinton

Woke up

Real Niggas don't die
Shit stinks says Mike Pence to the fly like, 
 
Mama said  Boys Don't Cry
 
But it ain't The Cure 
 
Said I'm here for it

me, b-boy
Muthafucker old school

Grabbed by the shoulders
Ripped in half like the broken
Flyers to your show
Told ya not to try to flow
Not cause your

the hood
This ain't Mike Kors really made it, eish
The grass is never greener on the other side
Saw the way you moving that you really switching sides
Heard

Super creative
Huh
I guess it isn't
Such a bad habit anymore mama just admit it
I like the way my accent might just up and thicken
I like the way my dab

can't win
But you got to make a change
Or everything remains the same

I know that nigga Ain't Shit let me take you with me
If he in the way go around

lucrative
We turned a negative into positive and we me
Making a lot of fucking money from it
By the way, smile for the camera
It’s not only paparazzi taking

around a quarter after nine
With letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signed
I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so
The usual

Obama's nation OH GOD!
And you know I rap for days!
Twice as good as favorite rapper
Half the age
While everytime I'm spittin' ya'll
Niggas is half amazed
I

going, pays for fees
We ain't got some time for this
Oldest hate make it fizz, fizz, fizz
Missing half just pissed
Jumping jacks broken wrist, wrist, wrist

Bags under my eyes, dollar signs in my pupils yeah
I was up all night and I might have popped a few pills yeah
I'm a mastermind but half the time I'm

Lately I've been dazed
My heart beats sideways
A little confused by life's maze
When all I have is peace and love
It seems the world's on push

half of us on dope
And the other half in incarceration
If the ones they want dead ain't
Killed by what they instigated
They put some dope on a brother's