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posing
Drank red, part the sea like I'm Moses
Surrounded by greatness, like I was Tim Grover
If I hit, then you lucky, a four leaf clover
Louis bag help me

fuck her
But no, I ain't no saint
Yeah, you went and really fucked a nigga

And thought it was a game
That shit really hurt my heart
Had me falling in

of your lives
It's cold love of the drowning saints

And it's freaking me out now
It's freaking me out

I'm losing my head holding my hands freely high

the sinners and saints
My best friends
It feels like I'm a marionette
Who pulls my strings
I don't know what game to play
The rules are unknown
Please help

with Pam Anderson touching the sky
On Gold Digger I'm yelling prenup let's blow the years by
I didn't set one up I don't even know why
Flashback made

learning everyday
Trynna bring peace and kindness 'til I'm in a grave
And no I'm not a saint
But I try to educate
Myself on how to best version of me,

There's always something that I'm trying to find
There's always something that I'm trying to redefine
Wherever you hurry is where the devil exists
I

all around until I looked inside of myself
I'm a lighthouse
I'm the boat at sea
I am Moksha
I'm the falling leaf
I'm a forgotten
Piece of eternity
I am

sun
Frozen blooded like there's ice in my veins
I'd rather go die with these sinners
Than go lie with these saints
It's liable to change
Till then I'm

much
Don't do too much
Don't do too much
Don't
Do too much

Extending olive branches
To some sinister hands
When I'm falling face first
It's all part

Summer time
Summer time
Summer time
Summer time
Same though
All angle
I'm gone find that gold at the end of the rainbow
Shooting shit
Like saint row

Followed by lies saying I’ll change 
Knowing I’m headed a places 
Where women are easy if niggas are popping or singing 
I’m doin em both, juggle the balance

and after
The genesis origin by what came before Alpha
I am lost in awe of what happened to us
I'm Rosa Parks to these kids who never sat on a bus
And I'm

Obie Story

Obie Trice

Second Round's on Me [Clean]

2006

Scrapping with them niggas from the other side
Sipping Saint Ives rocking old school flannels
Old school niggas see that I'm an animal
Front me at 16, see

ain't no fear, my pockets open up
Gave em all the money, it was panic when I'm woken up
Toking up, ain't nobody stoned as us

Phone is up for business if

I Manifest as the first
Nonetheless am the best
Manifest the spirit of excellence
I'm pregnant with so many ideas
I'm above my peers all my years

assuming it's tiredness
Trying to reach my goals
Falling but can't let go
Anxiety's dragging me, slapping me, telling me
No!
What are you striving for?
Why

When you said goodbye
Now I'm falling into darkness
I'm sorry momma, I'm controlled by my heartache

I can't wake up
Smiling because I'm stressed out

My living, should I stay or just pass it through
With nothing to do
By high school, knew it was a problem
Teacher see my motivation falling
Sorry Mrs,

of the way we left
I can't let go of you

And now I'm hanging on by a thread
But you're still ringing in my empty head
I can't let go of the way we left
I

and knowledge
I got on my armour
I'm equipped
I make the serpent kiss my kicks
He can't touch this
I'm to sick
True son of God by grace
Been washed away in

skies
I saw the gates slam shut
And the saint diverted his gaze
Adrift in misdirection
Falling on my face
How will saviors deny you?
Test me on this

And annoyed by all these noises
Searching for these voices
Fill myself with knowledge
But im stuck with all this poison
People don't acknowledge
What i do as i

less.
Than timelines and whores that drag you back to the floor, and cut your eyes out.
Find me, oh Saint, I'm bending, breaking, at my knees, praying.