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Who'll give you an hour or two
Or a hug or three
Play shrink for free
Oh, 'cause they can see
You ain't having luck with therapy

Dice Clay's as old as my

In the, days of old
Before, boys were men
The rite of passage is passed from fathers
Your time, draws near
Your fate, is clear

My very bloodline

or just pretending
Does it have to be so bad if it's endin
The beauty in a second's always there
We just keep breezin' by
Cutely like it's not our lives

lost friend
To spite you

Egged on by weakening days
Giving themselves up to the strengthening menace of darkness
The shrinking hours of light are

Melbourne day
I caught his old sarcastic grin 

Now we talk here in the kitchen
And agree to compromise 
Every one of us a sinner
World-weary reckless

life right by the nuts, it's for the taking
Just a simple pain and it's over, no playing
Time is up, you're dead where you're staying, no delaying

making time
So with a little bit of luck and this old Peterbuilt truck, we gonna get there by the end of the day
To see my baby, and we're on our way

Stan

United State Of Hip Hop

A Tribute to Eminem

2001

little brother, man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you
For four hours and you just said, "No"
That's pretty shitty, man,

could have been more time for us
Oh what a beautiful love
But we lived a lifetime
That one sweet night
There making love in the soft candlelight
Love

a change while there's still time
It is hard, and sometimes I struggle trying to reveal mine
I can guide you if you feel blind
I just need you to be

Leimert Park what's cool baby!
(25th Hour, yea)

In the daytime i cruise the city and mind
The ladies waist lines, to the bassline
Some old Quik shit,

autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But

making time
So with a little bit of luck and this old Peterbuilt truck, we gonna get there by the end of the day
To see my baby, and we're on our way

Food hugging the city and yes, my brothers
(them brothers) hustling away into the
Dark hours of the night

Just another regular day – paperboy
Selling

College Life

Django Walker

Down the Road

about

[Chorus]
And it's taco bell for breakfast and for lunch its keystone light
I'll be outta bed by sundown, make the party just on time
Probation

There is nothing to decide
I'll stand in the light
Or let life pass me by
For I am a notion
An old familiar sound
I know that one day
I just won't be

Hand in Hand

Labyrinth

Labyrinth

2003

I'll be there to repair your every time
No words to explain what love can realize
Fragile like a flower and stronger than a storm
No more dark hours into

older days
When I was bumping Odelay
Till I got a whip with a
Roof that could fold away
Or secret service jogging by my motorcade
If I had listened my