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My man died before we talked, ain't get to speak in time
Them grams had them smokers looking like a sneaker line
My little man
All
these lures had been placed there by Shadowcast,
hoping to avoid confrontation between this dominant
man and his own villainous forces. Eriel
figures
Man you just a little nigga
Still live at home with your momma you're a broke nigga
Always talking bout you're about to make a move you're broke
cake
That's why I'm livin' three lives, I'm in GTA
I'm in Los Angeles drivin' a Mercedes
And it's funny because honestly I didn't think I'd see LA
I'm just a outsider, inside, outlinin' thing's I'm surrounded by
This time the outcome is insight to how some live life
The shoe doesn't fit me
(Man talking) Yo Mega man, what's the deal son?
(Mega) Yo son, whattup?
(Man) Yo, I'm just sittin' here, zonin' out, thinkin' about how life is
yo,
another breath of life that I take
So I live it by giving it all the best for His sake
I thank God for my family, my wife and my kids
For all the love
You's just a bitch man
What kind of world is this
That we live in
If Satan can't even
Ask for God for forgiveness
What kind of world is this
That we live
I was once a broken man
I was once a broken fool
Lost my wife and children
To one basic broken rule
Now I live my life in silence
Though I'm not
vision you lacking too see, your delusions are distracted by booty
Only time your thoughts actually stick out
Only man for the job these feature fuel me
to be civil.
I represent for the people,
Let down by a nation,
And left in the streets where it's evil,
Little kids surrounded by knives and heroin
of the young and the broke
With my hand under oath
I recite these quotes
And if I ever lie then I die where I stand as
A pest not a man but a roach and a rat
In
Raised in a concrete jungle
With lions and bears
Tigers and
Aspirations of one day being rich
I am the illest
On beat I do kill it
Over the stress
Man
and dark, Mary's little boy was born
Hark, now hear the angels sing, a king was born today
And man will live for evermore, because of Christmas Day
future:
As I turn my back
I'm scarred by the lashes
From backlashes
That were thrown by those whom
I thought were my own but pause
Just like a lion my paws
lightly begins to rain screams of terror
Are hidden by the passing trains
This can't be little Shane, his uncle cried
As he drops to his nephew's
Mack elevens and M-16's
High caliber, so why try it?
You live by it, so you die by it
A muthafuckin' gun...
[WC]
Who's the man with the strap in his
the summer sun; rations please!
They're crying out "Where has my mama gone?"
Forget about the funds, they're just trying to find some food for the
Sons
drinking all alone, until I've got a deceased liver
Live a little bit, if you swing and miss
Never quit the shit, you little bitch
Don't belittle this, when
the man upstairs
And his only son
When I'm done I’ll change the culture
I know we at war god gave me a gift that's
What I'm using it for
I'm just getting
a cell by myself
Man you couldn't imagine it
They fed me some shit I wouldn't feed to my dog
Man that shit was the nastiest
Can you imagine me losing
these streets wont replace that shit
Reporting, live from the jungle
Where lions will rumble
And young niggas risk they lives for the hustle
This the home
you clear off this weed and I'm high g
Dirty nigga take care of your personal hygene
I can see you
I spy with my little eye
A little man small fry
This is your warn, warning
Come again in a rugged style
Born in babylon but raised by Jah
Modern school system inferior
In the east, come hail lion
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