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Cocaine Blues

Soul Asylum

Time's Incinerator

1986

hauled me back
I had no friend to throw my bail
So they stuck my dried up carcas in the county jail

The next morning bout half past nine
I saw a sheriff

Free Base
Chop it up no briefcase
I bodied my flesh that's a brief case so I got to bring praise to the Most High cuz He so fye
Like lofi He too

the coaxial so Black i go Kodak
No cap and I need Prozak
Go Drac and you Know that
Progressive my flow back and I'm up next pull
Up on a nigga with a mac
Turn

shoot vein in my fathers vein
And watch a nigga die like Sugar Hill
I'm sicker the a transvestite gettin fucked by a paraplegic
I say dumb shit when im

Woods Jordan James nigga all my flows elite
Cooking up in the kitchen I'm like Udonis with the heat
Ooo he moon walking Jackson he get active on the beat

Real shottas
When we up in the building you will watch us
Bill jockas
Hill hoppas
I'm talking about more drip than spilled vodka
Egghead niggas that be

sunny outside u still talk to the Lord
Cause soon as night fall my dawg the pain is for sure
And it rush you at once but I was made for this
You see

dnd when I'm all up in the zone
I'm waiting till they clap they hands with Post Malone
Walking by and they love the smell of my cologne
Read Ravens

surrounded by idolatry how do we fit the bill?!

Except by grace—thru faith, my baggage He made a claim 
And told me that I was clean so now we have been

the house on the hill, by upping my skill
I'm from where young men think the strong gotta kill
So I'm praying for the safety like the Buffalo Bills
Working

and believe
Some are walking deceased
Bibles set on fire with broken hearts by people who were hurt by religion
God didn't hurt you, people did
Yes we need

Walking in the street all eyes on me cause I'm a fresh nigga
Boom bap
Permanent that's a real fact
Making up my melody im doing it It's alright
Spending

Song For Shelter

Roger Sanchez

Halfway Between the Gutter and the Stars [Clean]

2000

on each side of the room
Givin' us the boom boom boom
To our zoom zoom zoom

The smell of a L lit while walking by
But the music gets me high
Saint

chill
Mail's here, man it's just these same bills
I'm tired of climbin' these same hills
But the Lord told me to be still

Say even when you fall down,

The battlefields real, The target is your mind
I tried to warm them all, Just go back & hear my rhymes
The truth on the Mic, I spoke it with

sport we ride in the street we rule
My wallet like your grandma's Bible watch me walking loose. 
She said she likes my style and she wanna know my hood
I

Walking thru the fours that's where I'm from yeah that's a red zone
You know I got love for my hynas and my red bones
I ain't ever been the type

Whoop yo ass like you was my only patna that turned then accuse yo ass for treason,
I don't play no games when it comes to paying bills mayne,
Put that in

DJ Lord Sear on the ones and twos
Harlem World, stand up!

Yeah, no moral compass on my plate of sins
In this world that'll celebrate
When the haters

Take Off

Kojo Funds

Take Off

2019

the place, give me the time
Big up di Killys dem yes by my side
Yeah hee, oh eye, yah yah
Straight shots through the sky eye eye (oh oh oh)
Badder than

flake
They want the beef well I’m cooking up steaks 

10-4 
Roger That 
Coming with a couple in my back pack. 
A curfew never hold Swain back
Once u

of hades
Mouth growing wide daily While I marvel how he saved me
Because I never gave him a reason to
Walking by sight will leave you blind but the faith

Lord I keep so busy praisin' my Jesus
Keep so busy praisin' my Jesus
Keep so busy praisin' my Jesus
Ain't got time to die
Hello America, please stop

Running shit like its relays
I’m on one I can’t behave
And my chick be so bad
Walking by with that heat wave

Hollywood hills party everybody’s fancy