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Understand that the life we live is hard Taking large pulls of cigars, swift ninjas with full stars Understand, understand that the life we live is hard Full scars to the boulevard, where young gods got bullied hard Taking large pulls of cigars, understand that the life we live is hard Cigar music, I’m working on a gut Beard thick, beats so f**ked up don’t even have to spit Still sound epic, the Rick Ross effect Might test my luck but won’t press it Once they calling your home phone, forget it Get got, the very moment you really start to get it Erased every tape in the place, Universal Magnetic Got caught serving, so...lawyers earning Stoves burning, now you learning The world don’t need you to keep turning Hell on Earth, but to tell is the worst Life’s a B*t*h, so I went in her purse, sue me Me gotta go, Louie Louie, oh no Three knots from Rikers, can’t find the buoy Measure words to the decimal, Melville Dewey Drunk on power, woke up woozy Who’d of thunk? I be at the bar reeking of skunk On some “take my wife, please” Ba dum bum, “just playing baby, we like George and Weezy” Undercovers, talking slang, sounding extra Stuart Scott Clubber Lang, a whole lotta n****s fell victim to the rock Bundled up, staring at eviction notices by a dead heater Realize it’s cheaper to be my own guest feature Woods'll do it off the strength, a lil’ reefer And if he no-shows I don’t need him neither The boy’s in rare form, sound clash with the air horn The circus is airborne I pa** bills to subsidize America’s farms And trust me neighbor, they ain’t growing corn CFOs alarmed, golden parachuting like any port in a storm Bailout money? Now you getting warm Strobelite Honey zombie, computer’s full of p*** (that leads to the dark side) Gold box, middle school, hustle Glow Pops Middle locker was a dead drop Dead zoning in Castle Rock Needful Things could be my block Magical realism is a hundred years alone on lock Real Talk like an airplane’s black box Margaret stopped calling the God, can’t say I’m shocked On the flip side, there’s something to be said for peace of mind Plus I gotta heap of free time, working on this novel Still on the first line, It was a dark and stormy night Suddenly, a shot rang out…
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