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I run for Seneca, I’m popping Lyrica
This the lyrical, from the Biblical
In they homes, tinted clothes with the chrome assassins
And it’s his own

Run up the checks back to back
I sit back and I count my racks
Used to be broke but that’s the past
Now I’m that nigga, that’s a fact
I’m not Johnny

Ate three pills
Pharmaceutical stew
Should be better than feeling what I go through
Spend each day on edge
Never doin what I'm supposed to
Lay down

Obama got aunogerated. I know ya prayed to ya God that that man would be annihilated. He'll yeah life is crazy and to each his own i knew it when I Google

Hello, hello
Today we'll be doing a reading of
The Gift of the Magi, which was published by O. Henry
In the December of 1905

The Gift of the Magi

day, ritual by night
The vibe holds the tribe and it keeps it real tight
We give each other weight instead of sayin' hi
And that's the first feelin'

And Troy Davis had to pay the bill 
Rung up by a policeman who shot to kill 
His brother as he beat a homeless man
I ask you how is this Godu0027s plan?

Caused himself enough trouble but he muddled on through 
She was just like his mother oh she'd never miss church 
She'd pray for others in spite of her own

down, down, down, down
Twice the pride, double the fall

How can a messenger of God
Become unflawed
Perfected by affiliation
Pride is nurtured under

Lyris ethel 
Dedicated to the bag, we chose our own paths, these are our stories….

(Car Engine sound )
I’m on that grab and go, F your ego 
I don’t

If you own a machine gun
your life will get wasted away
and if you own a pistol yeah
you're turning your head a-stray
violent attacks are on every TV

best friend, called by the good Lord

Que paso mijo. I'm trying to answer your call and uh.. I'm sorry but uh.. i'm with Johnny It's why. So.. I don't

Hes's eyes spoke volumes in silent gratitude attuned
Day by day their bond grew strong through trials they'd face
In each other's embrace finding solace

Depression has a mind of its own, why can’t it have feet
I try to make it walk away, its a lost cause, pushing dead weight
Sometimes i think each cell inside

Annual, sponsored by motherfucking Valentine
Cross Country Clothing
And a lot of wack shit that the hood will
Not wear anymore we got my man
Up first his

is we've been conditioned into this, chained only by each other
But before I get into that, I want to start with the so-called root of all evil
It's

saved me
Inside there's an urgency a state of emergency
Ignited by your flame, a zeal with no shame
Lifting up your name, not worried about my own
Cause

wait, each man the bait
Death his mate at the battle of blood

Woza, woza wo
Woza, woza wo

Woza, woza wo
Woza, woza wo
Woza, woza wo
Iphi lendoda?

Woza,

information.
Telling each other everything.

Back at his place and Leda opens the fridge
It's just some mustard and a two pack of Blatz.
Botanica candles

wait by the door, Open arms, when i come back for more, expressing his love, in the lessons i learn, guessing myself , with each blessing i earn, each

No one gave a fuck about his
Jam and it was cast away
And his fuckin name forgotten by a
World that shit on him
Until he was discovered by, a Muslim

The winter nights are long and hard
And time goes by so slowly
I wish my true love he was here
And in his arms I'd roll
He'd whisper tender words of love

threat so I approached him,
With due care..

"Ah Mr Pip" he said out loud,
"We've been awaiting you, my name is Elwood P. Dowd",
Now just what he meant by

Back To Yesterday

Rittz

Top of the Line

2016

working nights, neglecting her
She don't love me like she did
Well the last 5 years were for nothing
Yeah we struggled but we loved each other now it's