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love of a nation Symbolized by a flag with fifty five-point stars in a rectangular configuration TV stations mold the mind of men and women and small
crashin', I ain't even dissin' (Crash) Heard you drop somethin', I ain't even listen No one realer, triller, street gorilla I pull up like Chauncey Billups
a mind confused Love is the pleasures untold And for some love is still a band of gold My love has no reason has no rhyme My love crossed the double
I get you touched by my little homie I said I'm Band God and you little homie Free Sheano wit that Mac boy I did this for him Cause ima Band Boy,
I'm a hood nigga Where the streets ain't nothing good to ya Tryna make a way Live another day Fucked up by a stray Pray for better I'm a hood nigga
An incredible teacher She taught me To show and not tell That there's always A better word than Got or get She said I should Join the school band The next year
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
just sad 'cause you too blind to see So many people they would love to have your spot Don't wanna hear it, you've been fucking up a lot 'Posed to be
nothin' but the street life They love they way I shine This world is mine, it's all mine Up early in the morning, got gold in my eye Got a 4-5 that'll
all I know) What up It's sad to say that Hendrix This couldn't be love, man This couldn't be love Check out the way I be glistening yah
I'm just a sad boy counting the particles of sand Hoping a little, cutie girl would come and give me her hand I'm just a sad boy in a sad emo band
Street Who call themselves The Fugs In April They record by Harry Smith doing the Punkiest songs yet to exist Lo-fi noisy shit about poetry, sex and drugs
out on the Street Huh, urh urh urh urhuh urh I was raised by two Brothers Poverty and Pain These brothers, put me through hell they fucking drove me
Right game but the wrong nigga to talk bout. Same day he told her that he love her he got walked down. Shawty in her feelings she had blood all
laugh and music plays I stumble by and I hide my pain The lights are lit, the moon is gone I think I've crossed the Rubicon I walk the streets of love
for me you can find me in the streets Run through bands I got so much weight in Ian's, go ask Bud or Skeng I swear I could've broke my hands Up
Of wheat Delete Just rinse Repeat Produce The streets My money making money So it stacks And Benjamin be Everywhere I'm at All these rubber bands All these
the most Im the shit either way Yeah they wanna stay by myside cause i can get rich anyday Grind till the end of the day I count my bands why niggas hate
big Yeah you talk but you ain't that While I go get my whole racks You be going out real sad Me and my brothers get bands We love that cheese But we
not A necessity but turns in to obsession And still I'm in a circle just to prove to you we need more love By taking my all my time away to stack
up you won't get it up You won't show dice with a deuce at me In the club are like 30 bands Going hard till I prove something Going lie on him he
come love me again I'm standing tall I can not fall I can't be with oppositions I'm against 'em all I might give my bitch a couple bands to spend in
But I promise I'll love you forever I'll struggle by your side Through all the stormy weather They say behind ever successful man Is a powerful lady So
lost a beat away. Purst in like a one way sender war give a heart like a fay. 'cause I can ford a red eed only street a wide a ree land. Die-mond make
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