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Reset memory 
 With the words of God 
 Speaking in me 
 Now I'm holding all the keys 
  
 If it's true, let it go 
 Why try to heal the universe 
 When

I don't mind 
Taking time
Getting on all fours
My name's on dat shit
I can work hard
I get by 
Accepting what's mine
Nothing that I can't afford
God

It's so beautiful outside
With your tiny hands wrapped peacefully in mine
We're gonna lay on the bed
You're gonna look into my eyes
And you will see

Worlds Apart

Silent Force

Worlds Apart

2004

Guide us to the hands of fate
Worlds apart we're living for day by day
Lead us to the hands of fate
Worlds apart, we'll stand alone in dismay

Take my hand hold on forever two of us to the end
With our hearts we pledged forever, our two hearts to the end
Side by side we stood together with

refusing to be touched
The next, hypersexuality
On a scale of one to ten how disturbing is the memory

Well, I would say that it's a ten
For twenty-seven

And have patience with them
And to also realize that but by the grace of God, that could have been me
That is the memory that I'll always keep with me

Chin Check

N.W.A

Greatest Hitz [Circuit City Exclusive]

1996

thanks to why'all
And i don't give a fuck i keep it gangsta why'all
I'ma ride for my side in the c.p.t.
God bless the memory of eazy-e
If it wadn't for

Chin Check [Bonus Track]

N.W.A

Next Friday [Clean]

1999

run by your address for me
151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
Ma'am where inside the house are you
(Oh my god)
Ma'am where inside the house are you
In my

Let me break before it devours me
My hands around my neck, I'm suffocating me

Now I'm in too deep, sinking underneath, buried by my darkest memories

reflective
Mirrors the human condition through narrative
This hand of god's dreams and nightmares akin
As their vacancy yet gnaws from within
All lexical paths

the penny drops

Yeah, I'm a wordsmith with a black heart
Got trouble making bright art
Figure out where time starts
To take the course of life by both hands

but they don't stay forever
I let God do work in my life I'm tryna get better
I'm workin on my dreams
I been tryna perfect them
I've shook hands with

to a memory of hate
To pay for all the blood that spilled
The many thousands I did kill
No walls can contain the Gods almighty will
I hear the silent voices, I

by her, embraced by her, entranced by her, enshrined by ever
Calming presence of those hands that held us when we sought our lives
Among these churning

hands as soft and firm as hand 
His soul is as vast as the skies 
Blessed by the gods below, his soul! 

My skin remembers his touch 
And his heart

My hand of God's from the Bible Belt
My wave's so big even Michael Phelps
Can't swim my shit without some help
So breathe, huh huh, huh huh
You might

Cause memories don't live like people do

I'm a man cause I stand for mine
Wish I could turn back the hands of time so I can smile again
This ain't life

a dirt road
And it still ain't paved
But all the memories engraved
From movie nights, to enchilada plates
Pure joy all up on our face
But times changed

brightness,"" it is the brink of insanity or worse 
It is holding onto the memory of your hands forever, if such a thing exists
You are going to let this Passover

close while you count sheep

Creeping close sometimes, I want more
I kept memories to cling me by the throat

I want more
I want more

we've been told
Bound by shackles and burdens too heavy for our shoulders

Our past transgressions ever before us
Haunted by memories, wishing they'd

coming
And by the way you're alive
Good fucking morning
Good morning
Good fucking morning
I need a Rollie
On the wrist
On the hand
On my mouth
When I'm

But the old man strongly clung to the wall
Because he was afraid to get out and to fall.

So the spirit touched his heart with its hand.
It took him by