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under the blame..
Follow me down.. to this our bitter end..

I wish that I'd noticed.. all the postponements, you said..
I never told you, you were

bitter end
You wrap me up like silk in the strings that pluck me to feed
I escape, but I carry you with me
Harvest and bring a yield sickening
A mistake,

opens, footsteps, we hear the music more clearly, louder now) 

Knox: Good evening Mr. President. Sorry to disturb you, sir. 

Roosevelt: That’s quite

my Picture
I was
Always doing it
I'm the one that made you bitter I'm that hungry other nigga
This that Woofa crew malisha
I said
Rock solid posture

Tell em come and see
This reality no fantasy
Stone is hard believe
Just don’t bite the hand that feed you please
Substantial as can be
She's addicted

If you can't tell by now, I like guns

Sitting on the back porch
Chewing on a haystack
Thinking 'bout the ways that I'ma
Give my baby payback
Lord

my hand 

Man these boots give me peace 
I can hear 
I can't see 
So I'm walking out by Faith 
And speaking truth on all these beats

I am led by

Victimized by the hands that feed us
We are nothing
Walking into our own demise
Why do we seem so satisfied?
Say what you want while your life slips away

all haunted by hunger
The omniscient force
So often my reveries are littered with the
Debris of my hopes and dreams
As we all grow to be old and bitter

Ayyee
Counting money, making plays, push the whip like, Skeert
That's yo bitch, she ride the dick with both hands up like, Whoo
Fully loaded aimed at your

(Whoa oh oh)
(We will not break, but we might bend)
(Whoa oh oh)
(I'll see you at the) bitter end

(Hey, hey hey hey hey hey)
(Hey, hey hey hey hey

you astray
Keep it
The head on your shoulders
Lift it your life like a boulder
Sittin' here with my hands on my face
Hear the screams that are blowin'

and libido enough
Is love and libido enough
I'm finding myself lost
Yelling gets my point across
How much that makeup cost
Just to
End up washed down by

you have them eating from the palm of your hand
I hear your grass is greener
I hear you're making a stand
They'll blow their bitter trumpets 
As I read

are, you should believe 'em
It's heartless how they treat 'em
And it's garbage that they eatin'
Regardless of what they feed 'em
They still starvin'

Your flesh held by wolves in a wretchedly era
Humbled, made poor, low end of the low tier
Exalted in defeat, what will be's what will be
All's doom,

Yo what’s up
Yo what’s up
Hey
A yo
You claim that you bang, its insane
A white supremacists campaign
When we’re slain, its mundane
Rappers killed in

Swear down, next time it's gonna be a mad ting
That was the last time I get called a hasbeen
I mean let's be real, I've got half a mil'
To get ... by

honest hands
I was a sinner-until I found the shelf
And this is actually the one that I use myself

There’s no need to trust me – but look into this face
I

bodies unidentified
Like aliens tailed by the feds try and
Run and hide my alias
I paid dues and debts but
Ya'll don't have none do it for ends
Do it

inna bitter end
I ain't really here to make amends
We falling off that's when I finish then
Because the snakes is still slithering
I saw it all before it

the bitter end

Inside my own two hands 
I started picking up what’s left to find
The refuse of my selfish life
Inside my own two hands 
You’ll find
Binding

breath Cometh the bitter hour of rest
Upon my knees I fall
With hands up to the sky
Ashes on ashes, blood on blood
Hope runs out of time
Facing the hollow

of the wreckage
Reaching
For his way out
Collateral chaos
Will it be his last stand?
With the might of a god
Crushed by idle hands
As the smoke clears
Freeing