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trying to run away, but ain't nobody got time to play
and I like dancing as much as the next man
And getting my feet wet, the same old two step
But I
stale
Where they mold that's green
I can see you fit the bill
Of living in a world that come with Plan B
'Cause Plan A only can make another mistake
and walk back through that door
The shot rang out like thunder
My ears rang like a bell
No one came runnin'
So I called the cops myself
Took their time
I'm dating the preacher's daughter, and getting the toe up.
And every time she drinks she gets drunk and throws up,
if I'm on the spot, you know
nobody else
Only 8, no understanding
She has no chance in this hell
And the man that's doing it
Is old enough to be her father
The dad she never even knew
raps are wack
I'm just waiting for my time finna run up these checks
I ain't ever going back to high school fuck that
Nigga I once ran track almost had
a prick again? Really
Man? Tell her, "Suck a dick
" like it wasn’t already in
Her plans in advance all the Jewish
Eighty-year-old women that my grandma be
Cause no man is worthy enough
To compare to the Son
Or foot the bill for our sin
That no money can pay
So all your good works now
Are worthless without
know me
I sow reap so deep that the seed pop straight into an old tree
Roots be rooted and lost like roofies
Grown man 'goofys, mad at the young lad
That's why to becoming a grown man is such a holy blessings
so effervescence Blunt smoke with some fresh air
I threw away my old shoes got a new pair
old man and I wonder what he would say
I feel that, I miss Munroe too
If I could brin' him back I'd give up all this shit fool
But on the cool you
the flames, escaped from the hell storms
Credentials of a high chief, blowin' on that potent broc' leaf
My old earth got a chance to see a black man run
when the preacher comes to get me
And they shave off all my hair
Could you take that long walk with me
Knowing hell is waitin' there
Could you pull
And when the coffin came
on the southbound train
and the old folks shuffled by
the one they came to bury
was not very heavy, just a child lost in time
I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1"
You got out done by Canibus the young gun
Your last weapon, is to call out Wyclef Jean
Not knowing that you
expect
I'm tryna find time man , i've got things to do
Your tryna find time yeah , whats with the excuses you literly said this last time
I told you i'm
got mouths to feed we got bills to pay
Don't give the ones that we love any time of day
Until it's to late when you see them pass away
Cuz I want it
this what you planed for me
Man this shit must be a joke
I got bills to pay I got mouths to feed I swear to god Im sick and tired of being broke
Ive been
That why I lean on my Father
You know I lean on the rock
I Shaback and go further
The Lord God is my Abba, my pops
We running out of time please look
his way at journey's end,
His story obsolete,
These warning signs as old as time itself,
Now watch as he tears himself apart,
Piece by piece, this
every dime I make, every soul I know
Hire by reach, the farther down I go
This old broken back of mine is all I've got to show
And anyway
A working
Brownson
Once you hear the whistle, even Grandmas is stackin' up on old wooden pistols
Nobody's thinking by the time you're done blinking
Cold freezer,
now I’m glowing
Take the globe man, and still RIP my Old Man
It was God, Mob, and Money and thats was
Till the death of pops
His body was in casket I
gave me a lot to think about. By the time I got off that tour and luckily went back to my day job, my bills were all pilling up! I couldn't keep up?my
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