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Tryna find, myself I lost in my own awe
Easily, I am disbanded by the currency
Taking me, too my favorite place and make me hate
Reading me, body

I wanted to be held

I wanted to be yours

I wound up feeling broken

Lyin' on the floor 

I wanted to feel home

I wanted to feel home



Met in

This one goes out to anybody with a fucking dream
That you'll risk it all for it, put your back against the wall for it
They ask me, they ask me
How

Superstar Superstar
Superstar that's what you are
Superstar Superstar

I'm being tested now by life itself
I'm being humbled askin'  for its help

this scope

The ground is wet
And stained with red
I hear screams through the walls
'Til no life is left

At this point I wonder
How many card games

Of home-cooked meals to rap songs I’ve been assemblin'
And if you listenin’ you bringin’ in a taste of what my people has to offer
I would love for you to prosper

I Taurean LaFrance solemnly swear
Honor the core with care that meets the ear
And Eye
From works of Dre’s, Hovs & T.I’s
What once was our ceiling
Is

and new positions so I
Start to wonder if she's really my girl
Cuz I really wanna give her the world but bring it back
We start the song at a crossroad she

testament that thru perseverance
You can really break through any wall or interference
Was never in adherence with the stereotype
They talk a good game but

forsaken, untaken, unmoored
I've wended my way
To the furthest of lakes
And returned to the city
To leave notes in the walls
When craters unsealed
Ancient

on Pennsylvania cve watchin troopers stormin
Empire dormant ans the hellfire roaring
Had to get it off my chest couldn't write a chorus
Walls closing in, unaware

Time stops
But you were out of it
I know
We were never meant to fly
Parking lot
Writing some song again
To let you know
That we will
Give you our

""The Only Way""-A Song for Mandela
Lyrics by Yusef Komunyakaa 

Verse 1:
In bread and water
He sees freedom dreams
From the other side
Of concrete,

revolves in a haze and tremolo
Could the poet cut the night with praise
Or the kingly red pine bow to lows
Under stars the raven's song is phased

But you

song be blowing up, C4 after C4 
Malaki on the piano, c-note after c-note
And I been stacking money, talking c-note after c-note
Green like Little Shop

Spirit Voices

Paul Simon

The Rhythm of the Saints

1990

stories are magical, meant to be sung
Songs from the mouth of the river
When the world was young
And all of these spirit voices rule the night

By moon

with virgin blood
Our war drums echo on
Marching one by one
Created a path of skulls
Hung their cadavers on our walls.
They looked to me and asked for

and Chronicles, He's sovereign.
Ezra, a true and faithful scribe.
In Nehemiah, He's the rebuilder of broken walls and lives.
In Esther He is Mordecai's courage.
In

You could be my
You could be my
You could be my
You could be my
You could be my 
You could be my

My heart in the open 
Got broken in pieces
Ain't

of the mountains we honor
By only speaking of the sunrise at the top
When we know plenty have perished against the ascent of loved ones
Feet on shaky ground

Indy rocker 
A pretty love song singer and a Slightly witty shitty talker
A Flat footer on the beat like an old Timey city copper 
Sweet Betty Crocker

could do better
To all my brothers in the sky we'll honor your sacrifice by you know getting along 
And so when life comes and tests our little family

that also felt this
It's like our hearts are by the sun and started melting
I'm just tryna keep ma head up but its hard I've never felt this

I'm tryna

so silly
I was at it for years and aint made any pennies
I moved cross country, checking off city by city
Now I look back and I gotta stop complaining