Reks Follow

I used to contemplate and escape from reality face
I never stated I hate you waste of space
The taste .. any chance by more .. any nigger .. state
Need of faith, faith I have or I am gonna make
Say god night take on flight.. see me in the booth where they’ve created "Nas is like"
Out of light take us from the .. nights to the heights
Money is …and money .. can’t forget them wonder years
I wonder where when next I am out of decide ..to throw my head again
Now we find .. hit it in the dirt .. makes no sense to convince me
I can make it there make it here make it anywhere
From under years yeas I professor from projects to ... all of the I am back to ..

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Days that i spend getting wasted
Listening to my instrumentals
I ain’t have no pay for the drink
Now one red wondering what I am in the game for
Passing .. be low low low

The things I’ve done for my meal thank God
I made it through the wondering years
Had my first taste of Heaven at the age of 11
Took a drink with the reverend I ain’t lying
Uncle was on the drugs ..swearing in the fast line
Busing and bugging .. out when the trash came
Couple of .. an bruisers .. fuck a scratch male
Wipes and addiction my wife she’s gonna tripping
.. time I was slipping .. nigger down
.. I was tripping on the sunset
.. I was homeless and .. took me in feed me..
The bitch see me looking by me saying he is a.. straight
Ain’t not by a … I am in
Funny how they love me now
Knew I’ll always make it out
.. fucking clown on top they love you nobody …

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