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Heartwell and we are the Cromer Crew

Out into the tempest the lifeboat she was launched
Open to the elements two sails and fourteen oars
Two hours hard

Lilac skies & broken dreams
You'll never know what you meant to me
Tear filled eyes & velvet roses
You never read my ripped up poems
And now I wonder

Streetlights flickering hanging by a thread
Wartime's where love got lost between the bloodshed
You still can't light all the fire without the wood
I know he'd

Gettin in the way will get you killed (Cmon)
If you aint talkin' checks
Then get the fuck up out my face
Gon have to put you in yo place
I ain't got no

free birds are soaring
Two months since the day I earned parole
Talking to myself, as I'm walking by patrol
"Joe, you're finally free, feelin' on a roll

beef w my guys I tell em light it up
My hands work I hit hard just like a Tyson punch
I don't care bout niggas dey know that I'm da 1
Lately I been

We live in a world where they treat the club like its church
They treat the streets like a verse
And they act hard until it turns
Now its r.i.p

to bear it
I don't think it's easy to pick yourself up by bootstraps
When all of your enemies are bragging 'bout their new straps
Or the barneys in

the automatic flow
Load it in the chamber
Cock it up and let go
Dorthy by my side
I'm a dog like Toto
Macho Camacho
Head combo
You know I love to do the dirty

Episodes
Get over it quick, work hard on my shift, push up and I lift
Focus on my gifts, pass em out
Know the scouts in the stands, pass the knowledge hand

therapy
Momma said I need church but
I every time I pray on knees, that shit hurt cuz
My grannies ain't here to see me work
Now I do this shit all my by

to hear me on the speakers
Way above the rim
Im high as a fuck smoking reefer
Shawty i'm so geeked up
I b teaching all the teachers
I can't go to church cuz

color
Still you gats run off, shits a sad horror
Niggas wan ball up, keeper don kolobi the damn ball
Na things we man saw in this our hard colony
I had

a body bag
Lord I do it all I go to church
I go by the book but everything is still the same
Maybe time is coming kwazi bani
A black nigga with a low life

E-e-e-e-e-eggs
E-e-e-e-e-eggs
I was untouched like The Mona Lisa
Guarded by metaphorical barbed wire (Yeah)
My friends were at College
And I was

weekend long

Way down south where they know you by name
Where hunting is life and working hard is the only way
When life gets too crazy, there’s a place I

and dry
It wasn't something that we wanted
But now it's back alive

It reminds me how God builds his church
With the hands of the broken and used
And I've

I know the Lord put us on this earth
But baby today we skippin' church
And we'll get down on our knees and start to pray
And I'll show you heaven

and comin’ by like we forgetful
Pushin’ through life like it was crowd you couldn't get thru
Searchin’ for somethin in church every Sunday
She burdened wit

kept this is for the adept
See life and death is merely a quest for some it's a test
Me I ain't possesed by bone and flesh
Only facts without a doubt is

This here's a jam for all the fellas
Tryin to do what those ladies tell us
Get shot down cause ya over-zealous
Play hard to get females get jealous

why I'm here 'til the end
Yea the devil tried to block me
From what the master has taught me
But I rebuke him every chance
Tell that trigga' get up off

at the ceiling cuz
I took a loss but I started healing
Lord knows how it had me feeling
Lord knows what we are concealing
Always by myself, so they gonna think I'm

on the weekend
Church on Sunday exactly what I Needed
Going thru a season
Just to get seasoned
As uh example where you leading
Purpose showed me uh true meaning