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Hard work and human sacrifice
Hard times and struggle true
Forging a way of life my friend
For the children of the new

Climbing the steps

ghost
Who were to oppose
I know for a fact that I'm still gonna grow
Fighting my foes
I'm breaking head to toes
Looking at my enemies I think they all

mean it
A world that it breathing
Heaving it's shoulders and weeping
Bleeding through open wounds
That's why I'm grieving
Down on my knees and I am

a line of coke. 

Blow, that is. White gold. Nose candy. 

The next thing you know, there's a war in Vietnam. 

Kin folks say, "George, stay at home with

And I don't think I'll make it
No possibility of survival
Destroyed by nothing
But a mind that can't unravel
Moving out of sync
Living on the brink

the body looks like a corset
Pinned to the dirt, still feel the frost wet
Time to scream "Geronimo" although
My body's just cargo, also, I know
That one day

That I need to be fucking embraced
Cause I've been out my body, been floating above
This skin is in mine, I ain't making it up
I feel disembodied,

Mmm, guess I'm better off alone
Drove by your house and saw that nobody was home, no
Yeah I got it on my own
Independent chicka
Buy my own set

(I'm coming home)
Now I know what's meaningful
(I'm coming home)

Looking back i hear my family calling me
All my friends and loves I let go by
They

that I made that shit in my own head 


Outro:

(Spoken)

It's about loving yourself

That's the trick

"love kills/love heals" produced by OneShot

This where I hit my first lick
Where I cop my brick 

Where i fuck my first bitch 
Where I got my first kiss yea

Ain't no place like home 
Ain't no

Sing About Me, I'm Dying of Thirst

Kendrick Lamar

Good Kid, M.A.A.D. City

2012

the life of another girl damaged by the system
These foster homes, I run away and never do miss 'em
See, my hormones just run away and if I can get em back

Look
Hell, Cell, Jail, Fail
I know it all
I hear the calls of past demons
Rash leavings
That
Scarred my parts and hardened hearts
Body parts in carts

Look

Hell, Cell, Jail, Fail
I know it all
I hear the calls of past demons
Rash leavings that
Scarred my parts and hardened hearts
Body parts in

Look
Hell, Cell, Jail, Fail
I know it all
I hear the calls of past demons
Rash leavings that
Scarred my parts and hardened hearts
Body parts in carts

end
And the land meet the sea?
Ever shifting sands
Running through my hands
Through this little mirror
I can barely see
Just give me that truth
Keeps

warmed up 
That's where I got my steelo, that's where I met my people 
Sometimes I might get emo when I think of El Sereno my home 

Home is El Sereno

remember days I ain't have nice shit
And I remember days riding bikes back then
Dough came home, nigga that's my kin
Rochambeau'd for my life, I'm like
Nigga

Furthermore forever and whatever you endeavour
Get slapped by the leather, helm back by the weather
Get the cheese, get the cheddar, and wherever and whenever

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it

helm up
Zemo got my helmet
Gauntlet like it's co-op
Fucking with some hellhounds
Tap into berserker

Setup that I got isn't the prettiest
But bitch it's

luck you'll get a frozen cook on the ride home
And the scars on their wrists are the same as the ones here in my mind
So together find the strength

something else: they never were

And I know that now thanks to Her
The divine that dwells inside the echo chamber of my mind
You’ve got one too
The shape

of meaning

In my hollow helm
A blind, dead realm
Thoughts overwhelm and shatter
As the days roll by
The wight cast sky
Assails this sea of matter

Spirals