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Me as we go one, two, three
Will you let all the fear and the shame that's unseen
Fall away like the shackles right off of your feet
Will you let us

like abstract art they gather
Under the midnight sun they laugh and cry
Dragging their feet and them pushcart buggies
Just hoping to get by
Some raised

by myself… again
I don't have anyone to blame, it's my story...

At 1,2,3, I gotta let it go
At 1,2,3, wish I could fall on my knees… 
Find some upper

by myself… again
I don't have anyone to blame, it's my story...

At 1,2,3, I gotta let it go
At 1,2,3, wish I could fall on my knees… 
Find some upper

by myself… again
I don't have anyone to blame, it's my story...

At 1,2,3, I gotta let it go
At 1,2,3, wish I could fall on my knees… 
Find some upper

Look at my grin
Ohh
It be shinnin’
But it be hidin’ away all these Wounds
Look at my watch lost in the Timin’
24 Hrs still stuck in a mood
28 Hrs

Rusted doors and moldy walls 
Happiness in what she owns
Three hundred square feet of hope 
Backed by a few perpetual loans

c quiet life, a roof

team's
I need that ring by any means
Yes this some shit you never seen
You see the crowd is out their seat's
And on their feet in disbelieve
I can't let

your kids, lost soul
I say, "Grandma, tell my God that I'm coming home"
They want me gone, but I ain't scared
You lose your head 'bout what you said

the cross I'll see you stare
In through your nails our time is near
I feel no sense of shame and hatred
All of us our terminated
If all is lost to the damned

niggas think you really got them guts
To walk up to his house, knock on his door
Let 'em feel the buckshots of a twelve gauge
Backed up by an A-K
'Fore

pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not

This cult I've seen thrice now as
Corpses in copious amount
And you three I've seen so much
Lately it seems I've lost count

"So trust me when I say you

high as fuck
Catch me in the lost and found
Better use common sense checkin' me out
For bitch I can stand for
And up, get yaself in this clique
Without

And it came to pass, the son of Man died because of scum
Died for our sins on the cross, nails inside right by his thumbs
Then rose after three, Psalm

Backwoods, only do Bones (go)
Sometimes I cone if she out on the golf field
It was white like snow it stood out at the show
I made 250 cash in three days

In a way I feel stuck
So much fake love and
The hatred
What a shame man it sucks
I don't pay that shit much
My attention stays up
Imma Heru
Nothin

Return of the B-Boy

Mr. Lif

I Phantom

2002

we get three feet
Criminal mind takes a nation a mill, Time to kill
Run DMC self titled, this nigga my arch rival
Survival, not liable, got up close

[mr. cheeks]
Back up off of dat speed
Yo, back up off of dat speed
Queens most wanted
Yo, back the fuck up

Chorus x3: niggaz don't want it over

lost all you had
Dedication strangulation
Submit to the wrong way through again
Ruined

Danger's in the eyes of
He who's scared to go beyond
Only sense

the bombs came down
And once I came back I couldn't hear no sound
I lost my sense of hearing
It was the one thing I had
I can not listen to this banger

feelings how’d you think I made it out of Longy yeah I ran the distance out.
Future Furious the bands race till I make it out.
The chase kneel at my feet

"Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense; pass the biscuits please. 

There's 5 more acres in the lower 40 I got to plow."

And mama said it was a shame

that we are aware
It keeps coming nearer
Where can I hide

The death cycle it's part of my life
Senses lost in reality
Three deaths in a row
And then