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Out with the sick and also the well. I no longer fear this change. It only means I have a chance-the chance that was absent before. In the wake of loss
propped up by your other one, face 'way from the sun just have to keep a dialogue teach our bodies: haunt the cause I was only trying to spell a loss
horror, Senora My religion asks me to pray for the murderer's soul But I think you'd have to be Jesus on the cross To open your heart after such a loss
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of
in, then they lead in They wanting me off in the coffin Cops from everywhere was yellin and wailin' I went unconcious From the stompin' taking ah loss and waking
used to think about you when I'd go sleep, even dream Of fuckin you without a rubber, fillin your pussy with cream But when I wake and see you again,
love 'til you lost one? Where your heart at? I left mines behind with my dearly departed Where your heart at? Strength missing To take losses is the
be nowhere to settle I trample down all life in my wake I eat it up and take the cake I just avert my eyes to the pain Of someone's loss helping my gain
sleep in the city that never wakes up? Blinded by nostalgia Who wants to sleep in a city that never wakes up? You're at a loss, just because It wasn
Any nigga steal from me steal off Jesus plate Hard times in the ghetto, we was lost No school no job me and busta rott Became a boss took losses couldn
I have a friend, he is made mostly of pain And he wakes up, drives to work, and then straight back home again He once cut one of my nightmares out of
(A mother dies leaving her young son to come to terms with the loss. In remembrance of Fiona Chappel, for her sons Tyler and Oliver.) I was barely 13
baby girl nigga aint tweakin, Pleadin, please im peelin off, Now you realize you was dealin with a boss, Never took the ride but you took the loss, Got
Skydiver] The plane is emotion, fly FS-1 is approachin Movin in the speed of Jet proportion Top Gun's la costra nostra, we so focused, nigga, Testarossas, new roadsters House on the beach, wake
dimes A hood full of jealous ass niggas wanting mine But now I lay me down to sleep I pray the lord my soul to keep And if I die before I wake, I pray
this Move around bitch if you aint dyin move around bitch, Church on the move Say bitch you fuckin with a boss, Trill O.G. that didnt come to take a loss
Like his enemy, he watched to take dives Allies, would retaliate the least Even the score, had a thousand guns, they would calibrate He sort of loss and
