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i got your letter and the poetry you sent me
Postmarked in december of last year
I really hope your doing better
All your friends close by your side

Servin H

Kevin Gates

Luca Brasi 3

2018

ooh)
She say she don't like when I fuck her aggressive
Comfort me, helpin' me hold it together
Get it in a rut when I deal with depression
Trump in

Southside

Lil Scrappy

Coach Carter

2005

your arms
Like speedstick
Ride through your hood
In a blue impala
Like we crips
Roll down the tints, G-Unit
I'm a head busta, lil scrappy
When

em 
Hoes so shady in a time when you can't even trust your spouse
I am from the generation of rick James bitch nigga fuck yo couch 
And all I want is

Everything turns okay
When you're right here with me
Everything feels fine
When I hold you close in my arms

When you're here with me
Everything's all right

I'm drifting by the sea
My mind is feeling free
Some quiet time alone 
a soft wind blows straight through me
I close my eyes and picture your face

say frozen
So leave me alone, I'm unbroken
Outspoken, I stand by my word 'cause it's golden
Out here in the Pacific Ocean west coastin'
Don't let

baby, I'm in your heart
Throwing you a little party for your body
Ooh what I would do to be in your arms
Skin to skin under the moonlight
It's not a sin

ever call me
I'll be right there by your side
Where I'm supposed to be
Like fast food delivery on a Saturday
I hold you down like uber eats
If you ever

Test your skills if you will don't let us trouble your fate
We're the almighty JVC Force the boss, we're so great
Strong Island
Knocking out crews by

a corner, left, down the road to the suburbs
Call me up later saying nothing but the love words
You was standing in the yard with your sister
Don't fuck

ain't tryna hold on you, you can give me all of you
I can't hold back  back
I ain't holding back back
If you tryna reach me put it in a hashtag
Fuck

red
My mouth is full of cotton, the throbbing in my head
Is worsened by the stubborn squeak your suitcase wheel repeats with every step
The tell-tale

Repentance Day

Gravediggaz

The Pick, the Sickle and the Shovel

1997

shifts

It's repentance day
Repent for your sins
When the gates of Heaven open up
And Hell's closin' in

It's repentance day
Repent for your sins
When

Going Farley-hard by the time I'm finished
I'm going til 6 in the morning
Looking for blow in New Orleans
And I still won't quit it
I don't think a little

the tension building up
I see your eyes revolve

So now I'm left telling a ghost story
About a jaded love that used to be
Wish I could hold you in my arms, but

Robbin' Hood (Cause It Ain't All Good)

Ice Cube

Bootlegs & B-Sides

1994

this
Heat in yo' meat, make your blood skeet
A nigga just tryin' to get on his feet
So hurry up, rich bitch, before I twitch

She said, "Don't rape me

the bishop get rid of you
Shit spiritual
So, I just gotta pray or my haters
School is in session
Saved by the bell
Be the Screech to you Slaters
You'll get it

Two Words

The Boys Choir of Harlem

Through the Wire

2003

We in the streets, playa, get your mail
It's only two places you end up, either dead or in jail
Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
Still nowhere

alone and on a throne
Like a token of respect, or a homage poem, or an ode I've been owed
Tossed in the air by my own arm, and launched so hard I broke

Hold me close and hold me fast
Tell me that our love will last
And even if it's in your brain
Tell me that you'll keep me safe
I remember clear

Simply

Sara Hickman

Equal Scary People

1989

me why I

Can't put my finger on it
I can't hold it in my hands
But I'll wrap my arms around it
Then let it go
To come around again

Elusive

through your clothes
My niggas is all large like a Jewish nose
Hold more arms than a hookah bowl
Y'all motherfuckers ain't been nice since
The Eagles won

you or to squeeze you
In my chains in my chains

I'm going insane
When you hold me into your arms
cnd look at me like that
Look at me like that

I can