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am happy
And sometimes I feel sad
Remember nobody knows what's coming
You only know what you had

I was walking downtown
And see all people pass me by

though its legal still get it by the pound 
We get it every week 
This ain’t for the weak 
If she coming back with me she gotta be a freak 
Don’t give

it i give you niggas dap and it
Don't sit right with my spirit
Nothing stays the same people evolve and
They grow to be different

They're always

I got people telling me they miss the old me
(JD On Tha Track)
But that's like telling me you miss
The broke me
I left my past life in the streets
My

still in the mix
And should not have mixed
Twix, with mars, add a snickers bar
Head to the bar all I see is stars
Kanye whadup, yo obama what's going

people into comas
You young rap motherfuckas modern day Urkel
Jimmy taking tabs of that model ray purple
The same dickheads still running
The same circle

through you people
Most of y'all are ordinary
You'd  probably shit yourself
Have you ever set foot in a mortuary?
(mortuary) coming out the fucking morgue

Don’t get it fucked up yeah we straight
Tell your neighbor to take his
Hand out the collection plate
Or get struck down by the hand of God
Damn if I ain’t

Walk everyday through crowds of people not one man knows who i am, 
Not one man i can call my friend,
Man, you don’t know what i do for a living, 
You

wanna give
I told him dope, but deep down I wasn't fit
Cause you can't give what you still lack and need
But to feed a soul, you can fake acting real
See,

‘cause I was taught to know my price

People on the edge
Getting deeper into debt
And leaping from the ledge
Starts creeping in your head
Never previously

by rights
Had to get a tank, had to get 'em running for their money to the bank, ah
State your name
Who the fuck is this? Why you walking like you

ain't got none
All it takes is a steamer
And a motherfuckin gun

Negative shit running through my brain
Say what you want i can't keep shit tame
Don't

friends but
Still can’t blow up? Okay sonic boomer
Work and love are two ends of the rope
You keep the ring in that pocket
And let her sleep in

I'm needing to sleep
Don't need a ticket, cause I got admission, we up in the booth yeah we running the scene
Counting these bottles on bottles

Movin through the riddim with the effotless symytery lining up spitting words tryna to hit the fucking beat Running down sonic alleys of the music

as honey, let me try
I don't say, and what I really wanna say I guess I'll miss you by the grave
But baby, please release the strain I've been feeling really

don't wanna bang
Still got the bread match my vibe ain't nothing changed
Now a days I'm just chillin gotta watch my back
I know some people mad cause I'm

It's like this and like that and like this
I try to put my Anger to the pen instead of fists
I'm never giving in, I gotta Take This World By Storm
Until

Good Morning Good Morning

Dark One Lite

A Guitar Tribute to Beatles Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band

2005

it's still the same
I've got nothing to say but it's OK
Good morning, good morning

People running round it's five o'clock.
Everywhere in town is

Hot woman go and come back in denim
i could see that she was west end vemon
kind of girl that is chased by desire
only person that could get me

free-spoken society
There is a word that we still hold taboo
A word with a terrible history
Of being used to abuse, oppress and subdue
Just six seemingly

Baby, are you running away from something
Trouble cause by so called friend
But whatever you may say to me
You can say in confidence

Are you far away

the stakes and erase the slate
running out all rappers on a paper chase
just a taste of a soul in race
but don't keep faith but control breeds hate
a lonely