Texty:
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As I sit here without you I wonder what I should do to get you in my life then I realized, my time is coming up so I'll just sit here and wait for my

I'd get a dream catcher above my bed, If I couldn't keep you out of my head, But that wouldn't help, I'm reaching out for something else. To words we

I'll make it obvious, I'm done with this I don't want anymore I know it's no different than before A waste of time with no time to waste I love to hate

"In the year 1982 a music was created. It was given the title: Gangsta Rap It had no positive messages, no redeeming value, hated and feared By the establishment

fuck away from hurr" How could somethin' so simple as general conversation Mean much more than general conversation? Hey You could tell life had beaten him down Like he was in a title fight

Something I can go to the park to Yeah, there you go, alright, I like that, I like that It sound dope (Bust 'em in the eye Shaq) You wanna fight? Come fight

all my fathers that fathered, hold your head up for starters Teach your toddlers, not to be thieves and robbers This that other kind of rap, that leads to true hip hop There's other

classics, verbal gymnastics You call me Lucifer go to hell you bastard They call me Devil Boy, they call me Devil Boy The way I come is sick and I'm on some other

your hands up, raise your hands up) Stead of kisses, we get kicked (Yeah, okay) Growin? up in the projects, I had to stick to the script Every other