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I have a dream, that one day on the red hills of Georgia
The sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners
Will they be able to sit down

I am so torn apart
Torn at every end for my decisions
Vulnerable and caught red handed
All or nothing
This is something
Something I forget
(Lock me

through the city now
Bikelife, tryn EAT but I'm Hippie down
I mean everything in my city gone
Go-go's no more, what the fuck we on
Getting killed for a hood

you

On your way!

And I never will forget

The day as this both warriors met.

The blood was hot the moon was red

And Black Metal created his own

health food
I am into champagne
I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon
And cut through all this red-tape
At a bar called O'Malley's
Where we'll plan our

to the ban
Con to the tact, move with the hand
Feelin really dry, ask me why
Red as the white, surrounding the eye

Spy, my drive by, you can try
To hide from

a little light headed
I can't quite catch my breath
It's so dense, it has such a depth
The sky is black, ivory, and red
Those sparkling orbs, each a world

both warriors met
The blood was hot the moon was red
And Black Metal created his own grave
And I dream from days before
Black Metal Maniacs, no whore
In

the newsstand
Every celebrity died by their own hand
Every brunch spot was banned
Every theater turned to farmland
They burned down Disneyland
Showing skin gets

life
You go fear
You don see sense
You go get
Day don brake
No sleep for eye
I Dey on my own
Na my tears I cry
Talk to God let a star boy shine
Everyday

red: book
But more like orange
And what that means that the moment you wake up and see the sun think
Do I look up far enough to see past my own void

The very deaf ears, once my own
And their complacent red eyes
Are now the daggers in my heart

Every time I decide
To turn a blind eye
Is as if I say

Enter my mind, follow me to the deep end.
Pops, you should have pulled out, Mom should have swallowed me as semen
Let my baby mama tell it, then I'm

I was walking to the pizzeria
By the night silent night
So I looked at a tree 
With a figure under its form
Cold air down my throat
It’s someone who

by Slaughterhouse 50 Cent
Eminem and Dr. Carter
Nines hanging outta old impalas
Speakers knocking
I just hear my ego talking
Cross me and a blanket

Filthy life, life of Guilt, it's different ways to get it
Heart so cold, hold the wheel, that red it filled my vision
Early morning, late night, it's

life
After everything it felt like a knife
Red flags showin i was too nice
Even left my phone charger there I had to buy a new one
Starting over I was

Do you believe me?, Do you believe me?
Or are you just one that gone hate
Spaceship, i'm in a spaceship
Living In my own bubble reality
I can't post

what they know about
You find it out gotta look throughout
Gotta find it out
I got red now
Run up on me head down
My game on top of hits now
My game

barriers
I got my own baggage do you think that I could carry yours
Maybe you and I could make it work
It's not the first time and we could make it happen

This burning fire inside my chest
Keeps me alive when they want me dead 
Just when I’m hanging by a thread 
Look in my eyes and I’m seeing red

I’m

Baba God na beg I dey beg
No let all the time my eye to red ooo
Make problem no gather for head
Make I fit to gather the bread
Make Okpo no kill me

a trigger that could blow my mind
Looking delicate in red lace
But I only get it time to time
When I float to a new idea
Trying to cope and convey my fear

but I'm wiser now
Pour a 40 on him in the club
He put his Budweiser down
I lit that fool up, he a lighter now
My nigga out of town swipin'
He own