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ns1:text	"Intro talk: ayo, apparently I fucked some people's kids up, bringin' 'em beer and shit, telling them to do some fucked up shit in my lyrics. huh, when all I actually really do is, use my vocab, to create summit, and all I do is... Verse 1: I'm Packin' my pencil when I sit down at the table/ With a smile on my face disrespecting the cradle/ Where the loyal is born and self-awareness is torn/ From every soul on this planet freedom is scorn/ I'm sky high on credit wanting global like VISA/ It doesn't matter how I say it I need status like Ceasar/ I wanna glow, with focus on my lyrics/ It's not the money I'm after or the bitch on my g-gyrick/ Uh wait! I take that back cuz simply I'm lying/ who wouldn't want a bitch on her back (a second for deciding) A teacher once said to me "Chris you have potential/ if you work hard and act right your life could be essential"/ So I wrote the essay and what good did it bring to me?/ Nothin'! but I could stretch a story in history/ and I guess that'd be cool if you wanna write a book/ but it's not very suitable for the path of life I took/ Chorus: I'm not a good guy but I'm not bad either/ I got my ideals, don't follow trend fevers/ but there are some things in life that you just can't ignore/ Like the sensless act of unsafe sex with whores/ We all get service with some expenses paid/ we got departments for everything for help through the day/ but there are some times in life when you gotta act right/ responsibility is one/ Fuckit! use your insight Verse 2: I used to think I was profound, intelligent and hellbound/ but with my feet on the ground I know I'm nothing but a hound/ sniffing my way to the fame and the jay/ weed rap is big business so follow me ok/ I awoke in the morning one saturday right/ the light was kinda dusty from smoking yesterday night/ so I rolled up anoter one and stretched in my bed/ with my head sorta heavy I tried to remember what he'd said/ that one day in the depressed hall of school/ he said summit bout wasting my life to be cool/ but I know I'm not cool in that super cool way/ but I know that I'm cool cuz I drink every day/ and how that makes me cool I don't really fuckin' know/ but fo' sho' it gave me status round the 16 year olds/ so pause for a minute, does this trouble you here/ the way I fuck your kids up by bringin' 'em beer?/ Chorus/ Verse 3: Let me make it clear I dont wanna die young/ cuz I like the sun, I'd like a son and I like to have fun/ and let's face it as a dead man I'm pretty much done/ unless a bitch comes by my grave and wants to have some/ but I doubt it cuz that's sick and my dick would be soft/ or shud I say prick for that true and good cause/ of keeping our teenagers away from bad language/ so they can grow up to be good soldiers, I mean savages/ What's the difference between talking and actually killing/ one involves words, the other bloodspilling/ there's no vocab out there that could create a murderer/ only the parents and society is the burden here/ we all live in fear/ is it me who is the problem?/ for givin' 'em beer? is it that which stops the condom?/ spreading the AIDS and giving 'em herpes?/ nah, look at religions cuz it's a sin with that safety/ Chorus/"^^xsd:string

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"Intro talk: ayo, apparently I fucked some people's kids up, bringin' 'em beer and shit, telling them to do some fucked up shit in my lyrics. huh, when all I actually really do is, use my vocab, to create summit, and all I do is... Verse 1: I'm Packin' my pencil when I sit down at the table/ With a smile on my face disrespecting the cradle/ Where the loyal is born and self-awareness is torn/ From every soul on this planet freedom is scorn/ I'm sky high on credit wanting global like VISA/ It doesn't matter how I say it I need status like Ceasar/ I wanna glow, with focus on my lyrics/ It's not the money I'm after or the bitch on my g-gyrick/ Uh wait! I take that back cuz simply I'm lying/ who wouldn't want a bitch on her back (a second for deciding) A teacher once said to me "Chris you have potential/ if you work hard and act right your life could be essential"/ So I wrote the essay and what good did it bring to me?/ Nothin'! but I could stretch a story in history/ and I guess that'd be cool if you wanna write a book/ but it's not very suitable for the path of life I took/ Chorus: I'm not a good guy but I'm not bad either/ I got my ideals, don't follow trend fevers/ but there are some things in life that you just can't ignore/ Like the sensless act of unsafe sex with whores/ We all get service with some expenses paid/ we got departments for everything for help through the day/ but there are some times in life when you gotta act right/ responsibility is one/ Fuckit! use your insight Verse 2: I used to think I was profound, intelligent and hellbound/ but with my feet on the ground I know I'm nothing but a hound/ sniffing my way to the fame and the jay/ weed rap is big business so follow me ok/ I awoke in the morning one saturday right/ the light was kinda dusty from smoking yesterday night/ so I rolled up anoter one and stretched in my bed/ with my head sorta heavy I tried to remember what he'd said/ that one day in the depressed hall of school/ he said summit bout wasting my life to be cool/ but I know I'm not cool in that super cool way/ but I know that I'm cool cuz I drink every day/ and how that makes me cool I don't really fuckin' know/ but fo' sho' it gave me status round the 16 year olds/ so pause for a minute, does this trouble you here/ the way I fuck your kids up by bringin' 'em beer?/ Chorus/ Verse 3: Let me make it clear I dont wanna die young/ cuz I like the sun, I'd like a son and I like to have fun/ and let's face it as a dead man I'm pretty much done/ unless a bitch comes by my grave and wants to have some/ but I doubt it cuz that's sick and my dick would be soft/ or shud I say prick for that true and good cause/ of keeping our teenagers away from bad language/ so they can grow up to be good soldiers, I mean savages/ What's the difference between talking and actually killing/ one involves words, the other bloodspilling/ there's no vocab out there that could create a murderer/ only the parents and society is the burden here/ we all live in fear/ is it me who is the problem?/ for givin' 'em beer? is it that which stops the condom?/ spreading the AIDS and giving 'em herpes?/ nah, look at religions cuz it's a sin with that safety/ Chorus/"^^xsd:string

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