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of the world
Felt like I had nothing more to gain
But boy was I wrong
Just check the lyrics in this song
Yeah I've come a long way
And it's been a long day

victims of homicide
Everybody quiet
I'm so sick and tired of the Murda

I grew up inspired by the likes of civil rights leaders
Who sacrificed their lives

a couple of boo's
Just call me Casper
You'd never see me picking up gyal
Up outside Kasbah
I like the way they whisper in my ear
Pay up or you'll be in

your angel?)

Angel, oh, speak
What endless longings echo in this whisper?

Too long you've wandered in winter (once again she is his)
Far from my

and supplied for the motive
Passive, denied by the local
Got many sides to the roses
Experience high tide when I'm loaded
Identified we’re blindfolded 
Homicides

gone fold
You know we live by the code
I'm not your average Joe
I lay them laminate floors
I can get rid of the mold
I put up new walls and more
All

Juan
Theses bitches know
That I'm the Don
By night I'm shining like the Moon
By day like the Sun
Genkidama when I'm dropping
Shit is full of energy
I'm

was family so it passed
Like a storm in the summertime, now what's today's math, check it
This was one of those days, with the time creeping by,
'til I

for the money
Shed a tear like Cryrese "what more do you want from me?"
Beg your pardon, I'm chillin', writing jams on the lovely
Watching Martin, his

Sunshine

Lupe Fiasco

Food & Liquor

2006

would be a day like this
The orchestra in my mind don't play like this (naw)
But I'm prepared for it
Got a lil rare for it
Brushed off my airs
Even

Rodeo Girl

Rickie Lee Jones

Flying Cowboys

1989

To the pony that you love the best

There's a medicine at the gate
And a number on your back
And this world is all jacked up like a Cadillac
Painted by

know I
Love to hate to love your poison kiss
The whispers of your lips
Exposed, now that we reminisce
I hate to love to hate what we can't fix

of them pirates live
I'm talkin' Caribbean Islands shit
Rockin' that bikini with them thighs and hips
Whisper in my ear with them nice ass lips
I could tell

Royal palace corrupted by overfilled chalice
None of this was random, none of it
I know you remember dancing
I know you remember
I know you remember

Money sealed by vacuum; spend like I'm in KOD's backroom
I'm with shorty on her born day
I stay sharp; she for swordplay
Some type of soirée in

homework I would say "no" first
Then a "like I'm lying
I got a reading log that I'll finish up by 9
Oh and a essay that's missing a few lines"
Probably sneak

Walking stain and I still ain't even cop a chain
This Margiela still got Martin as it's middle name
Luther King if I had to choose a shooter name
Say

missing
I strengthen my intuition 
By Contemplating decisions 
In the cut like incision
Wit my niggas We be chillin
Riding wit no ceiling in a 92 Cabrio
You

they kill us on cam 
12 Treat me like 12 
But I'm more of a man 
MIKE BROWN
SANDRA BLAND
Afro American Unity 
Either you or me 
Shoot me in back 
Just

the gift
I feel like Malcolm working for Martin until the end of my shift
Through all the bullet holes in The Audubon search for the shell case that'll shine

Two tokes then passed it
The Packs a blasting
Rolled one up Quick
Like I'm Aston Martin
Till there's clouds in the room
Like a storms a starting
Till

or even less than 
That so don’t be fooled by all these little numbers you’re respecting
They’re watching billboard like a Tarantino movie 
Valentino

out of time
They tryna steal my energy I'm just too deep in my prime
And I'mma keep that nine right by my side like I'mma dime
My heart been in the snow

That Snakes Can Still Fly 

The Streets clways Respect Me More For Being Myself I cin't Pretending cs If That's What I'm Like 

Made So Much Clean Money