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make their escape.
Yeah, they left him lying there in a dark pool of his own hate.
There was no time to contemplate.
In a house by the door, there's
some words about his own father and they expressed the way we in his family feel about him. He said of what his father meant to him:
"What it
cycle on your own. Breathe at your own pace, trusting the wave that flows within you.
Imagine that the rectangle turns into a door. You see a handle,
with what we do is each his own
Living in fear, endless shame for countless years
I never lived in fear, I knew I'd die another day
I never viewed my
live so wrong, with what we do is each his own
But living in fear, endless shame for countless years
I never lived in fear I knew I'd die another day
I
don't want to be last
I just want to be present and not surpassed by my own failings as a sinner to weep and nash teeth
So to those who are
to sell his whole soul for a quarter ounce
But I heard he keep a trey and about five mags
Smoke with him KD Chicago own that
I fronted you the half you
the mountain with each step he
Feels his consciousness
Tearing away
The world crumbles and constructs in his stead
His momma
I look at his face while he's laying
him in his ride
Wanya please live nigga don't you die
Javian made me question God
Johnny be still don't you drive
DeAnthony made me question God
like you lease ya home
I know men who value the flesh over the things of God
I prefer the fruits of the Spirit but to each his own
Can't fault him for
but peacefully cause we think that peace is only got
by peaceful methods and that to fight the establishment
with their own weapons is no good,
because
Cartier glasses
Spinnin' the yard
Ain't no drive-bys, we in your bushes
We jumpin' out while you was parkin' your car
Shootin' they yard
Shit leave you
grasped the belly,
A forefoot seized on each arm while deep in either cheek he fleshed
his fangs ;
The hinder on the thighs were spread,
‘ twixt which
From the "welcome home" to the kick out
Reach into a rabbit, pull a trick out
Preacher preaching to a faggot with his dick out
Hard times call for
said goodbye
This time
Not like before
It could be me but it seemed like I needn't return
That's right Little Johnny gets to go and fight his war
fresh upon the trail of sweet victory
Yeah I know the smell
I'm out here chasing my dreams
I'm making an ends to a mean, I'm on his tail
I'm breathing
accident
With sugar on my tongue and a breeze in each armpit
I descended to heavan cross-legged by magic carpet
Carried along through tunnels by
on the other
And I just sit around and watch 'em argue with each other
Lone disciple, praying for his own survival
He keep a Holy Bible by a loaded rifle
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
and squeeze
Critics expecting me to underachieve
I just deal with the hate I receive
By rolling back my sleeves
Sure was a breeze, I bring him right to his
Herman hers relationship and Herman is really a sick foolish man, who was given the name Samuels by mistake and it's not his and so he isn't a Samuels
by a misdemeanor
You may be sorry when his light goes out
Don't put that pistol in your shoulder holster
You can never, never tell if the Law's
his own habitation, and what was the wisdom of the cave
And his fellow prisoners, do you not suppose that he would bless himself with a change
And pity
and each digger wanted his own piece of land.
Now the diggers were few and the gold was so deep
that the black man was called 'cos his labour was cheap
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