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the Sun would still stand out for its brightness if not for the warm light of the fire, visible from a small ravine below the farthest hill. By the time he
you think you number one?
With music, did you get make a ton?
Did you get to do everything you want by the sunset?
People call me number one
And I still
don't have the land at that time
We don't have economy
So I decided to, you know
To talk on this one, because I can't rap
I'll call it ah open letter
waited for
Three linked from what was said to be extinct
You say take my weed-smellin ass home, I'm grown
More thirst than if I swallowed sand
Who knew luck was gonna send us
To an island so remote
Margaritas by the poolside
To set sail on a boat
Conversation started flowing
You were from
Approached his bitch straight from the back and grab her by her waist
Welcome me into her home and than i nutted on her face
Heard the opps was looking for me
every night, he callin' on the Lord
Tryna trust a bitch, but she gon' switch whenever she get bored
Hide it from the cameras, that way they won't catch us
And write on your banners, in letters that shine,
The lips that touch liquor shall never touch mine!
Let war be your watchword from shore unto shore
Till rum
about fundin' and and more about fun
Tropical sun, that's life in the '60s comin' from the Caribbean
You know Ian, Delroy, Vivian, Winston
Who got
And a lot of dandy games
What ain't we got?
We ain't got dames
We get packages from home
We get movies we get shows
We get speeches from our skipper
And a lot of dandy games
What ain't we got?
We ain't got dames
We get packages from home
We get movies we get shows
We get speeches from our skipper
Sendin' letters to China, my cousin in Wendy's on Viacom
At home, it's worth money, I adorns
Order drinks, all real niggas order your minks yo
We got
But more with Gary Tyler's life
I got a letter from
His mother, said, "Please
Say something to my son!"
Truth is: Angola, Louisiana, you're the one
Baby, I'm so goddamn confused
I don't know what to do
I ain't heard from you about sixteen days
Postman got no news
The nights go by like
hardly home (Righ)
Pops ain't want us in the hood
So often I was gone (Righ)
Often I would roam, often in the zone
And I don't even smoke
From school it's
She (we never thought of ourselves)
Is leaving (never a thought for ourselves)
Home (we struggled hard all our lives to get by)
She's leaving
I'm always assuming the worst
But you're going on none the less
And there's nothing to cushion your heart
Let it fall
Letters from further away
Keep
fly
I wish I could too, give me some wings I'll touch the sky
Anywhere else but here I just want to go home
By myself is how I've been so just leave me
some niggas back home, ain't proud of a nigga
They don't see my vision, grown man mission
They all see my life from a childish position
I'm
at night
Just to hear your son reach home from his crazy life
Any time them feds came arrestin' me for stabbings
You'd be questioned, if I stabbed 'em
I hope it leave my ass wheezin'
I keep searching but I can't find the meaning
House by the ocean, we could let the breeze in
So what if it's an Airbnb
to detach from
Left her at his best, while that's better, I confess
It's sad he's writin' letters sayin' crap like this
Lookin' back happy at a past with you
Rushing home from work, got my family waiting
All of this traffic, I hope I make it
Then I remember, I got presents in the back
Can't wait for
from down home.
This young man has never been north before.
I want you to listen to me, I got something to tell
You.
He heard about Chicago.
He
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