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me how you think it's really cool
But you never really wanna be together 
Cause the pressure of your family is 
Telling you that I'm just a foreign boy

your country, this is what they said 
winner or loser, in the end it's all the same

the fruit
So I ate
Belly is full
The mind is a tool
Digging for knowledge
Amongst all the fools
Life is a marathon
Currency changing in front of our eyes
You

You can tell by my tires that not everybody
Who's has driven with me is still alive
Also, that I like my drinks neat
Bottled and in the bus stop

responsible for the opioid epidemic, waking up at night full of sweat , I can hear the cries from those children,
San Francisco is a zombie town this evil world

know man
The road to hell is paved with good intentions
But how can you make it in land that's being controlled and governed by wicked men
(JAY)
Fighting

commitment
They say time is money when you're on the road to riches
So keep your circle tight and never burn your bridges
If you say you 'bout that G-code you

bout' stocks that I be betting on.
Got money in the pot I could level on.
cngels flying over land that I settled on.
Lord, Your Word's my consolation.
In

get to stepping then blow up that's land mind
In the prime of my life but this still ain't my prime
Looking for sum dfrnt PTTD is the paradigm oo
You

sank on this tilted land

She's assumin' that's the truth's insumin
If clouded by a myth we'll fail
She makes me fume, so stop exhumin'
Our past

Soul assisted
Lost in the blankness of minds
Facing this time
Dropped the rhymes
To keep my stasis in line
They impatiently waiting
Cut my face through

you hang inside of sewers
We hearing all the rumors, mask your scent in perfumer
And damn, this beat goin' so ham
Whippin' the stew in the pan

Well how do you do young Willy Mc Bride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside
And rest for a while in the warm summer sun
I've been

our
Minds in a land fill
The American Dream is a dream, It ain't real

Setting sail, I'm homeward bound
Full of metaphors and rhymes
Thought I'd find some refuge on your shores
Didn't think that you would mind
You treat

Blow Up

Hollow Tip

Flawless

1998

the hoes say must it pound
I'm the man across the land, pay my bills by the grand
Hoes rush me, tryin to touch me, got top notch fans
Now the struggle is

can't I just say No or Yes 
When I clearly know which one is best 

I look in the window, but it's full of lies
Tell myself, walk on by, but my heart