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I can feel it rain in my mind
watering my thoughts with wisdom
Freedom is what we desire
I hate dreaming
I rather drown in my thoughts
Swimming pool full of thoughtless souls
Food for sinful souls
Riding horse backs
Get rid of sandbags
I read about scumbags in my city
Two tea bags in my mug
Got mugged by hoodrats
Rats marching
That sunday night in march
I’ve got nothing much
To say about my cousin mark
Market strategy to sell tapes in the streets
Don’t compare me with the struggle of my people
Pardon my hustle
Don’t hesitate to let your success speak for itself
Self motivate brother and sister
I like the attitude
Evil living in us pollute
Down with enemies
The past has faded
Nobody knows the future
Always have faith in yourself
Believe in everything you do
Do yourself good
Good and bad
Goodie bag
Godifey back in town
Godlife, Godlive, Godlove
Niggas killing dusty rhymes
Deity of Christ
Spread rama on that slice of bread
Spending money on harlot
Forgot to send money to baby mamma
Parking lot reserved
I did my research
Refused to sign my life over
Down with proud
Once upon time heads up high

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