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up
Plus my way to go vent
When nobody would listen
I didn't go dissing
Instead I did me till they noticed the difference
Forgive me my God for the sins

Crazy thing isn't it how time is the biggest worry 
We're subconsciously trapped by the hands on our wrists controlling 
I'm talking about the clocks that

that's trying to down it
Take a look at yourself your surrounded
How you go face to face with a human, like both of our hearts is just pounding
Looking

pay real stacks for the sex (yeah)
I’m swerving downtown
On the way to lay that pipe
Lets fuck our issues outa sight
That thing tight girl i might just

Serve Hymn 

Words and music by Andrew Peterson

High this mountain, broad this sea
Still, my sin ran deeper
Grave offense my soul did wreak
Against

you away from section eight
Burn our food stamp card
But see now everything is too late
I am so stupid
For thinking this music
Was going to work

we locked and we're doin' time
The flow Bistro like gravy fool
So you can get lady slewed by Baby Blue
Mega:
S.A.S., many brothers do rap like a new

now it's time to master moderation 
That's my obligation talking to myself over music 
Free game if you ear hustling and chose to use it
Oh let's do

I don't do division
We are not returning home
Gotta fin the mission
Infrared we hit our targets
With precision
Blaoo
Big dreams couple seeds I need

with description of authority
Their ancestors were of overseers of slavery
The world is so weak
Can't say god unless i sneeze
Can't have sex with more

How do you think you're more than god?
I got a question for you
You think you beat the odds cause some people streaming you
But the answer's buried

battles
That we all gotta face
Messin' up our mental space
While we run the rat race
I'm looking for the big picture
Fuck a Polaroid
Turn my heart to music

tryna dump a nigga
Brodie put two holes in his face like a pumpkin nigga
I tap on em buttons tryna make music like a trumpet nigga
Cut throat keep that

"Daddy was able to get a sheet of parchment paper and write a prayer on it
His personal prayer, thanking God for who I am
I have to walk in my divine

your name

Words & Music by Robert Barham

full of lies to throw our sins in
We're going to straight to hell, start your engines
Will we ever find the truth it depends friend
Cause people pre

crucifixion in our nation of perverts. Attention fetishist shoppers. Thriving survivals is your god. Leave lives in ruin if you must. We bleed tabloid. We are

Oh Boy

Billy Falcon

Pretty Blue World

1991

I went by last night to pick up my things
Oh boy, ooh boy
Lately our songs had too many words to sing
Oh boy, ooh boy
It took all the strength

Lord Knows I been holding it in and wondering why
Lord Knows my music is therapeutic, I'm gifted that's why I do it
Cursed but still body verses,

I remember Plotting,
Young nigga not a lot of options, 
16 around drugs and the dirty rockets,
Motivated by them dope boys in the projects, 
Who had

Never slowing down niggas mustard fucked up
I'm yelling ketchup now
Stocks going up by the record
So do not hit my jack
Unless it's checks around
Or it's

The Shadow Ninjah has struck again
We have to track down this renegade bastard and do it soon
Our honor’s at stake!

Well this is a story about I n I

the same, 
Got the music and the paint, we gon make it out this maze, 
Marching right beside you for the genocide made me realize,
My people aint the only

God, this music is the new fight, huh
We ain’t ever gonna die
We ain’t ever gonna die
We gonna fly just like the butterflies
Angels all around me