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about where the sheep goin'
All I know is war, I don't stop
I keep goin'
Our shooters past at his funeral
(Man, what he do?) shit
I just made a vow

I'm always getting high
But roll up again
Blow the smoke, let the story begin

A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why I

Downey
You dug deep and brought it ought me

All my flaws and my sins
Telling you my story didn't know where to begin
Finally able to say we much more than

introduce myself, I don't wanna trouble you
Initials spell out RLW
I can be your lover and long time friend
But I'm so caged in, where the hell do I begin
I

broken heart.

So it's a story he tells
To all who listen your heart will be fed.
Of struggles and hope and love
That he's grateful for from the heavens

made
Was one step farther from everything that I
Love and to what? A
World of dysfunction, disrespect
And distrust come to think of it
It is sort of like

That Vladimir Dukelsky (15) said, "Gee!"
My fingering a certain string
Was such a big thing
That Fanny's cousin Annie's
Taking lessons from me

I'm quite

I'm feelin' myself
Put me on the list where the Gods will dwell
Nas and BIG, I got a story
It ain't hard to tell uh, yeah, yeah
It ain't hard to tell,

if not, where the hell did it go?
'Cause here I sit in Lucifer's den by the dutch oven just choosing to sin
Even if it means I'm selling my soul,

'm at
Yeah, that's where I'm at
That's where I'm at

How did I get here?
I'm glad I did
What a life this is
Where do I begin?
I'm thinking, feeling and speaking

lose
That's number two
And Bro where I come from
Like Bro I come from
Bro I really come from like nothing Bro
I'm come from nothing like

I just got

Magica Story

Dio

Magica

2000

of frozen
moisture, they unlocked a written history of Blessing
from its almost undiscovered tomb. So begins the story
of Magica.

It was a time

This is the Story
That has been told
By generations of war
Where giants, gods, heroes, mages
Want to dominate
Which side will win
In this clash

sounds amazing just do like
Another pass where
You just fuckin' let it all out
Just do what this tells you

Aaron Shaw begins playing the sax

Alright,

nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why

Where does it begin
Will it ever end
This is my story aye
Is it all in my mind aye aye
In my mind
And imma keep going til I die
We gotta stay strong so

will sh-sh-shine

Or so I'm told as the story begins to unfold
I make myself and begin to detach from the mold
Now I hold myself together whenever I

go away. Yeah that's where I wanna stay 
But in reality, yeah, it's hard just getting by
I was never one to lie but now I do it all the time
People ask

where the hell Sniper come from?
H Town, baby, no love for you busters
Regime too raw, that’s why they don’t love us
The Mexican patna reppin’ SPC
Nobody

Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"

Mum loves

Degenerate to core, cut forever from the Son
Lord have grace

Why do I feel this way about life or death
Why do I steal an kill Your life breath
Why can't I

by those who claim to know
Who do not offer evidence of where we come from and where we go
Where do we come from
Where do we go
It's not physics

I'll tell you where he
came from here's the story and it's true.
Rosie: He was born in Indo-China.
Albert: He was born in old Virginia
Rosie: Son

of a culture where they shared his state
And it's a cool state
Separate the crowds of thugs
The common theme love
Greeted in with pounds and hugs
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