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Pocket Got-Zeros

LYRICS

Society hates me
but I’m on my feet 
living to be everything 
life has made me 
only person that believes in me
is me 
sweet victory 
I lived to tell you the tale 
and I’m skipping hell
never given up 
life has been rough 
I lost everything 
all my stuff
then all my people 
hard to believe 
it’s just me 
goodbye everybody 
sigh 
no relief 
it’s almost like reality 
is make believe 
I’m not sure what to believe 
I can’t see anybody 
no one on the phone 
I’m left to roam 
there’s no place like home 
having a house 
isn’t the same as having a home  
love is the difference 
I miss being a kid 
and living with my parents 
cherish the moments 
growing up 
seems more like a punishment 
I blame God for my abandonment 


I wish I knew what it is
I know it isn’t 
what it was 
I remember me before I gave up 
I use to have trust 
use to believe in everybody 
but now I’m afraid to live 
waiting for the day I die 
I doubt I even say goodbye 

Tears run dry 
when I cry 
how I feel inside 
I have to wonder 
will I live 
or will I give up and die
tired of suicide 
I don’t want to take my life 
one foot in front of the other 
I’ve got to get my life right 
my head is up 
and I’m ready to fight 
I don’t need a reason why 
this is the fight for my life 
even if I never get it right
at least I tried my best
to survive 


I sure could use a long drive
think about some things 
and get them off my mind 
if I could have seen the future 
I’d wish me to be blind 
horror story 
has me scared out of my mind 
I want to press play and hit rewind 
maybe then I would be fine

STORY OF TIME

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Continental Breakfast

Written By: Michael Conover

“Evil Empire Is The Gang”

Walking through the streets, pistol on my hip
Nobody gonna stop me, sights on the rip
Sick of all these little bitches, they don't know my name (name)
They gon' learn today, got my finger on the flame

Pistol packing, never slacking
On the move, ain't no looking back
Pistol packing, never slacking
Hookers on my snap, aye that’s a fact (Skrait up)
Quickie in the shower, then I take a lap (Watch out)

Rebel to the system, renegade to the game
Never gonna front, got my own way of claiming fame (?)
Force to be reckoned with, ain't nobody gonna stop me
Got my guns blazing, leaving the competition dropped “squeeze” (pow)

Pistol packing, never slacking
On the move, ain't no looking back
Pistol packing, never slacking
Hookers on my snap, aye that’s a fact (facts)
Quickie in the shower, then I trap
She on the pole, make that booty clap clap

Product of the ghetto, where the strong survive
Had to fight to make it, ain't nobody gonna thrive
A warrior, a fighter, a rebel to the core
Got my pistol packing, and I'm walking out the door

Pistol packing, never slacking
On the move, ain't no looking back
Pistol packing, never slacking
Fucked a hooker on my snap , aye that’s a fact
Catch me hittin’ that 
Thumb in her (ah) I’m really strapped 

They say I'm crazy, they say I'm insane
Never drop the ball, for you lames
Watch me go on and on for days 
I could text back, but I’d rather get paid 

Slanging off the dope (dope)
Never had no hope (hope)
Cock it, drop it, do it like Huey said then “Pop Lock And Drop It” 

I could fight this feeling, but I’d rather fight you 
Now your on my time “hoe get a clue”

Pistol Packing, Never Slacking (Prod. nightrdd)

NO WEEK/INTERLUDE
10(treading) Prod Sad Music, written and performed by M. 
Mastared and mixed by Sony for Reap3r Gvng

BLUES:
(...)

VERSE:

Uh uh
I'm trusting only K2s
I'm trusting only K2s
And where were them homies
When u were alone
In that Mental Institution
Oh, where were them homies, uh
They left you alone on the road
So fuck them bro, fuck them all bro
They don't give a shit about y'all
They don't give a shit about you
They left you in the dirt
For what then?
Because you gave them
Pointless
Showcase
While they don't deserve nothing mane
They don't deserve nothing mane
They don't deserve your respect
Them pusses mane
Yeah kill them mane
Yeah, motherfucker gotta learn there mane
This is the name of the Capital
Uh
Those stupid asshole gotta pay bro
For what they did yeah
Yeah you gotta make them pay
Because you're brave bro
You're a lion, them r pussies
This is the dividal, yeah
Equalizer
Great equalizer yeah
Big communist, yeah
Motherfuckers gotta pay y'all
For what they did
To
You
While they stood in silence, and put
Because they're slaves bro
They're slaves of the fucking Moloch
So fuck them too
They ain't no family bro
They ain't nothing
They ain't no thing

Suicidal manes in these graves
Dead boys last forever
Yeah yeah Dead boys last forever
While you don't
Because you cap
And we don't
So you don't last forever
That's legend
The Duluoz’s
You won't last forever
While we do
Because we're one
And you're not
Uh uh, that’s the blues
You miss the blues homie
You ain't nothing
You fucked up in the game my baby
So fuck you too
And your whole clique

Stupid prick, tu mi capish
This is the reaturn of the beatniks on the road baby
I'm gonna bring my homies with a new cadillac

This is my fucking mission bro
You cannot really get it
Think you're really fuckin up in the game my brodie
Tt I'm gonna fucking kill your homies
I'll kill your brothers
I'll kill your sisters
I kill your families
This is my promise yeah
I'm gonna fucking kill your babies
I'm gonna fucking kill your babies
I kill your fans
I kill your mommy yeah I'll kill your daddy
I'ma kill you bro
I kill y'all, stupid motherfucker
You cap
Cap
You capped in the game bro
I'm gonna fucking be the slayer, uh uh
The return of the main mane
The return of the king of the beatniks
Again and again and again
And again

You fucked up yeah
In this shit I'm gonna fucking slay y'all
Uh uh cut throat, y’all
Yeah fallen goth, y’all
I'm gonna fucking desert y'all
Desert your minds
Are we brothers?
I kill you sisters
I kill your daddies
Yeak I'll kill your mothers
I'll kill your mayors cause you can't
Because you fucked up in the game my man
You already know
I'ma rapresent the new future
Of the fucking continents
Five continents against you and your jazz
I'm gonna fucking kill your jazz
I'm gonna fucking kill your elite
Stupid fucking logos, bitch
You gotta erase them shits
Erase them fucking albums
Out of the fucking industry
Fucked up, baby?
I'll come back with my homies
Revolutionary crazies yeah
I'm gonna fucking slit your thoat
Triple six on your forehead
Eternal the Jack Duluoz
It's Duluoz, not Doo-loo-oz, stupid ass
Are you dyslexic or something?
You and your fucking nazis, bitch ass niggaz
I'm gonna kill you or something
Yeah th is my promise on the road

What is the meaning of soul, mane?
You ain't nun
You ain't got no soul, mane
Yeah you leave your brothers in the fucking dump
So you ain't got no soul mane
You're nothing
You ain't no rebel
You ain't no fighter
You ain't no boxer
You ain't no roman
So fuck

(Blues)

Hang a Pig
Three could go
Three could go
You stupid prick wanna fuck with my whole crew?
Desert clique
Triple six

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