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- Carried Away
Another hearse roll up slow,
Carry one more poor lost soul,
Carry them things every single day
Coz it makes him feel safe
Coz he carry on them ways, screw face
Love the game-reppin? his estate,
Talk tough look straight in his face,
Carrying deep pain self-hate,
- Fire In The Booth
Yes, I grew up on the dole in a single parent family
Been through a little bit of tragedy
Yes I was around drugs and violence
Before the day that I started secondary
And that’s part of it
Not half of it
Get the picture, the rest ain’t necessary
Growin’ up, got a little caught up
- Roll Wid Us
It's my time like it or not gotta ride
Can’t fight,
this thing’ll take you with it like a landslide
My mind spitting rhymes refined as old wines
No games since age 5 I hold mine
Never fell for the spells
they tell in this world
I read Malcolm, you was learning to spell