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your chain tooken I may do it myself, I'm so Brooklyn I know we facing a recession But the music y'all making Gonna make it the Great Depression Your
Party time, it's party time Without a doubt I'm coming back and I would do it again You can take away my beat and touch my pen My name is short that'
Life's too short to be livin' with stress I'm too young to be all depressed I can't complain, I'm highly blessed And there's one thing that I wanna get
casin', third felony facin' No probation, my heart racin' like a blunt lacin' Hennessey and malt liquor chasin' My gem star scarrin' niggaz faces For
Love's so hard to find So I, gotta move on Yes I, gotta stay and strong And I, gotta keep it going So long, so long Without us being close its depressing
in your walk and a smile on your face.. Another day inside the pearl You could have screamed; leaving this world You laugh'n'joke without a care And bear a depression
while the spirit stumbles The inside missile for the protection of you Maybe it's silent The voice can't bear anymore strain But speaks without even
me stress Push me away, take my breath Send me to another place we hear Anyplace I don't care Let me face my fear Looking back at your face for years
this be the end yet Or a message sent from Satan (Nigga omens) They open the gates of horror for them horror lords We tortured the cases who arrested the faces
? And, ain't there a child I can hold without judging? Ain't there a pen that will write before they die? Ain't you proud that you've still got faces
proceed as normal No more than two people may gather anywhere without permission Use only the drugs prescribed by your boss or supervisor Be happy, obey all orders without
conforming as can be. You?d be non-conforming too if you looked just like me I have paint on my nails and makeup on my face I?m almost emo enough to
as can be You'd be non-conforming too if you looked just like me I have paint on my nails and make-up on my face I'm almost emo enough to start shaving
