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through hell
Stand like the soldiers who we tribute, every year April 25
Today we are the fallen, tomorrow we will soar
The next day or the next one, we

the birds fly south across the autumn sky
And one by one they disappear.
I wish that I was flying with them
Now you're not here

Like a song through the trees

Young Godz

Shyheim

The Lost Generation

1996

man, you go first son 

I'm Mobb Deep, in cherry Cherokees I forever be 
On some thug shit, runnin' wild through New York City 
Bustin' guns rockin'

The G-O-A-T, the one who raised me
My friend since i was 10
200! 2003
I’m old as fuck
I was s'pose to be a millionaire by 21
Dumb FUCK SHIT, should’ve sat down

years back he'd kill the black man 
But he's killing the poc by giving them harsh sentences in prison 
Why should they get it harsh and for a long time

Rap shit hold me down
Never need
Put me on monopoly
Gimmie 200 pass go
For the next show
Hope I see another year
Knocking on Mahogany
Focus in

a victory march
It's a cold winter we made it to March
200 gray days a year, the sun'll make it in time
My winter depression won't get very far
I give my own

Man, I just wanna speak my mind
Couple years back, I didn't know what's in my mind
Had no roots, had to do it my way
My own direction

Leading my

through a lot of shit, I don't fear a living entity

If you ask why I like you, I can tell just by your energy
I know I get a little emotional off the end

but nigga, I can
You gotta go through the worst to become the man that I am
You would be dead as fuck tryna spin the blocks that I spinned
You would go

Faded
You were born on Halloween
Weighted
We strangled New Year's Eve
Loss
Push me through the door
I will drag you with me
Piece by piece
Piece by

this body weight
Okay I'm back up in this bitch now watch my timing
Ruffing through the mud then pull a diamond
How you hanging by the bleachers tryna

sangria.

It's so good to have you here,
You've meant so much all through the years,
It won't take long to shift your gears,
I love these days, I love our

Poor Butterfly

Sarah Vaughan

Compact Jazz: Sarah Vaughan

1987

Butterfly
For she loved him so
The moments pass into hours
The hours pass into years
And as she smiles through her tears
She murmurs low

The moon

my fear
Rockin s**t I made a career, ain't about what I made in a year
Been through s**t but I'm here
Everybody say I'm top tier
I ain't even really

through skin that's ruined by the sun 
Because she hides in the closet until winter comes 
You wouldn't think she was thin from the swelling in her face

But your voice was drowned out by the highway patrol
As I pull to the side of the road
And as the cop writes a ticket I can't afford
Your voice through

up why got her stressing
Twenty twenty 200,000 that's my fucking vision
It don't even matter what year it come as long as I'm gettin richer
His name is

line

Say that I am happy, but it fades more that we past time
Sorry for my insecurities and all the shit I put you through
Lookin' for reasons, better

need designer
Sleep depriver we seeing trees and smoke them up for higher
Southern stories asking a stranger to by a cigar  and he don't even own one bed

get
By next year ima have a private jet
I can't stop bitch i put that on my set
Hitting 200 in a mothafuckin Vette
6 Pints
Bright lights
Long nights

That have happened in the last 200 years
Carrying out false flag attacks to manipulate populations
And who's gonna be the king of the hill
Controlling

don't have to kill yo ass
Whatever you say
You feel me

Admittance to the system is not my reason for livin
Scribble n spit till its wisdom, send em trees

smoke so much trees
Look I just had to take a erb nap
I smoke trees cause my nerves bad
Mistreated by a certain aunt

And I never felt I deserved that
Now