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my Matilda all over.
Then in 1915 my country said "Son
It's time to stop rambling, there's work to be done"
And they gave me a tin hat and they gave me
job works me to death with no pay
To realize that's not a life you wanted to live
Wished for a dream
Love and traveling
Both left wedged between
yeah this is a dead lift
That genie inside of the bottle do dirt for the devil they sent us a death wish
Just points on a checklist
It's looking like
politics
I put in work while you pop your lips
I ride for this, a soldier in this bitch, nigga
You can tell G. W. Bush
That he need to get some head
of attention
It's just a problem you need
Swing
Did you ever get that letter that I wrote you
Said I hope you feel better soon
Maybe by then we could
found out that no one I blame can rearrange my circumstances I haven't been the same. I ran for so long when I was strong, but I can't any longer. Son I'm
i survived the thunderstorm and the rain blood sweat and tear its a been through the pain my hearts stained by the chicks that he stabs
Just a boy but
Magi had a pen
And with it drew up worlds of fantasy
By the age of ten
She had a sense of worldly destiny
An empty book of life
Of which her colored
death
I be rocking
When I kick it with these hoes
You know I gotta rock the boat
And work the middle until hurts a Little
She be busting down with a king
i was eightteen
my brother was twenty-one
one saturday evening
when all the work was done
we went down to the river,
had some trot lines to run
my
with no pay
Death is on the rise
I don't wanna work
I don't wanna give
I just need to fuck
Faster and faster
And over and over
And faster and faster
life of reason, is that what this was, oh Arkansas?
Somewhere a judge stretches himself out on fine tropical sand
I went back to work then took
at night with torch lights
Verse 2:
3 wishes granted by the genie in the bottle
Cause I plucked it with my index I thought that it was hollow
Give me
'Cause we are all born in to a controlled mindset
Godmoney makes a death threat on ethics
Governed by greed and a stale routine
Can we just justify
It seems that the older inhabitors never got out of you
The phantom broods were wronged in body
And in a state they will make their soon escape
By
I never wanted us to work
There was less pain to be had from death than birth
Time has passed
Since that photograph
Look at us laugh
It hurts
I
Unlawful marriages, miscarriages, savages livin fabulous
Buildin drug palaces, players play 'til that day of repentance
A one way entrance, a death or life
and pressed socks
Telling him that I love him putting sandwiches in his morning lunchbox
Momma going to work early now its just us
Go and make yo bed
now, pushin' a stick
Just a little somethin' to get 'em from A to be
I got nowhere to go come and stay wit me
Wit a niece and a nephew that love me
Dirt roads and dryland farming might be the death of me
But I can't leave this world behind
My debts are not like prisons where there's hope
a lout
The Greyfriar's parish told him
To keep that rascal out
But Bobby so devoted to his master after death
The people fed and sheltered him
And idolized
the system, I refuse to be the victim of an execution
It's ??? from prison, that I'm tryin to stay livin
And givin no gloved out, we thugged out
Until the death
to death, I'm just takin' you to work
I can make the bands dance, bandana on the handle
Handstand for a grand, that shit jammin' like a hammer
You niggas
weren't getting no sleep
No pain worse than death
No last words are left
Cold heart, this world's a mess
Go hard, don't work for less
Stuck in the game
Go
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