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When you die they put you in a wooden black box You are peaceful now there are no worries The brain has stopped Prayers will be read by a priest
of Babylon There's no way I belong, but I would still like to be on it I got, Mandelas on my mind and my mind on Mandelas I'm not an average guy, you can tell
When you are fast asleep in the dead of night. I leave no trace where I stood This little devil is up to no good You are not the same again tomorrow You
It's in the air like pestilence spreading to the settlements Infecting residents trapped in irrelevance 'Cause presidents, dead or alive take
sworn you'd stay Ain't it funny how the good things in life seem to fade away? We were carryin' a heavy load 'Til one of use got tired of liftin' We
pulled out on a nigga But like Killgrave, made his weapon drop I walked away and told him that his neck would be a better shot Heard him pull
Look at all the beautiful buildings scattered on the ground. All the people enslaved by their liberations. And look at all the bloodshed. The lamb
which love's killing the mercy A dead man's swimming over the sea He won't to be (the one who will feel you) Now it happen to me Tell me who's gonna
me Should make some sense in my life But with a dark wind in my face I admit I'd rather be dead But in the darkness they search For souls to help
Keep their hands on the special Cause they'll show you what tecs do Them boys is drama driven, raised by the system Listen, they bust to survive Your
jars Principal jumped up with his dick in the mouth of Ms. Mars Picked up the tele, sweatin' for some squad cars Cats tried to cut us off by
It's in the air like pestilence spreading to the settlements Infecting residents trapped in irrelevance 'Cause presidents, dead or alive take
Cool, calm collective My perspective is to analyze every situation The family die, put my mind in isolation I be facin' nightmares 'Fraid 'cause
built on a bluff Guess my bluff got called by Memphis Now I’m doing this every night Beale Street thing Set up in a palace that’s Fit for a king They let
hardboiled and wiry sonofabitch, said to be part Injun and winnowed by the seamier affections of men, and why not. Not one voice like that voice rising, now
ain't dropped nothing a while These rappers are dead, you're better than all of them by a mile They all sound the same, there ain't not one of them with
Special shout-out to the whole, whole, whole West side 6, 7, 8, 9 It go We used to run streets now they just ours My luck has been good we made it
clothes Stunting for these hoes like Rims on cars gems like a star But there gotta be a better fucking way But it was slow like Babies Hades, is where my
it got tense Shot up his yard left corn on his mums bed False alarm heard mister mans not dead Who's that my man wait there one sec You ever seen Usain
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