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carried notes of the words that brought me through

Now they're sealed and bear their mark, they're coming back to you


Can you spare just one more night

you gat nothing on my sole (soul)
Press for the mark
Like person wey get laundry
Wey want make him ghetto show

unbroken still
Guided by an unyielding will
For The Land That We Love, And Every Battle We Have Won
We've Paid In Blood
We've Paid In Blood
We've Paid In

many years of wars and destroys for another massacres

I got any want for free
Your wife is a Wash D.C
Demons get fucked by duh my degree
Stupid is my

up

Deep exhale and get to work
You have to work for a good mark
The caseload equals a million
Get a positive opinion
About you and your good result

those kisses are territorial
It's October so I'm reading Nobakov again
I mark the book with an olive colored pen
In that nest of complex questions

vanishing
And bounty hunters after me
I'll hold this bitch for ransom
Starsky and Hutch, I'ma drift one handed

Got X just like it's out West
You can pop one

became of them
Tell me what became of them
I wonder what became of them
Tell me what became of them

Lost in this city of fog
Rarely seen by the sun
Just

the world prepped for me
For now, the sole boundary's where my feet can carry

I flew across the Atlantic sea
The skies seem bluer, and I'm finally feeling

And for a change, it doesn't feel so gray
And in time, I will be okay
So thank you by the way
For the times that you we're there, even if I was unfair
We

that my art
Is really loved by somebody cause it came from the heart
For all these talents i been given i'm just thanking the lord
I was lacking

the freshest on this track I'm getting reckless
Lyrics leave you breathless come and ask me for a set list
Eat wack emcees for breakfast wear they hearts

found hooked in the forebrain
Keep looking you'll find angels in the storm drain
No one left for me to pray to for the soul fade
Show faith poison plants

match
My rhymes will make for all the times hurt his flat back.
You'll look for me like star trek people search for spot cat
Like you dont know how

The lines have been drawn
Mark the ground with ashes
Forget me not
I am the icon of the masses
The tables will turn, another will burn
The blindness

Yeah
March 18th 7:06 PM
Honestly man, I couldn't be more grateful for everything that's happened
Seasons are changing so we move by one mantra only

Kettle whinin in the distance
The squeal of realness only keep me superstitious
And ceasin to feel existence
Cheap vindictiveness keepin they fists

and living life
Vibing till the sun come up
Side by side sitting smoking blunts
Best it’s ever been
Look what’s happening
Bae I’m here stay
Mark my spot don't

They don't even hit the mark on target, I run the kingdom they fight me heartless, Whoa 
N****s know I'm puffin on the dro, shit got me turtle Thomas

You weren't really there so I'ma mark you down as nothing
That would be okay with me, no more interruptions
I can focus on myself instead of taking all

Cutthroat Game

Spice 1

The Ridah

glocks, bring you the pain
We can bust wit these pistols or throw up from the shoulders
Cause you mark-ass niggaz can't fuck wit old school soldiers
Back in

thought I never had a chance at this
But I put in the work and studied like an undergraduate
Most valuable, they voted me in and this shit's unanimous
My

for my neverending sin

you will never learn, this is the way it's always been

Fire will work with me and I will take control.

I'm the mighty, the new

Love Comes With Pain

Robert McAtee

An Afternoon in Paris in the Middle of the Night

2011

The picture's crooked on the wall. Do you think it's a sign for me to get up and leave?
My head is getting tired 'cause you're messin' with me