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Young Poet

I Got So Many Songs Homie
I Just Wanna Record Em & Put Em Out
I Don’t Want Em To Go To Waste
You Feel Me?
A Young Poet
With A Troubled Mind
If You Afraid Lil Homie
Why You Begging To Die?
Face Your Fears
Cause Time Won’t Pause
It Is What It Is
And It Was What It Was
After Midnight
I Cross All Lines
Infrared Beam
Right Between Your Eyes
I’m In A Spotlight
A Brain Child With a Nine
Growing Up In The Jungle
Where You Had To Survive
The Weed Don’t Hit Me
Might Go Back To Slamming
Bob Marley In The Back
Talking About We Jamming
Drug Dealin' Gang Bangin'
Is All I Know
This Is For My Dogs
I’m A Kick A Flow
I’m Tired & Restless
Sleepless Nights
Take Flights Touch Down
Big City Lights
And What I Writes
Is To Give You Sight
To See How I Live
Every Day & Night
Your Hood Wanna Kill Me
Law Wants Me Too
I Need A Bad Ass Lawyer
So I Won’t Be Screwed
Thats How Its Viewed
In The Eyes Of This Country
Something’s Gotta Give
Before I’m Left With Nothing
I Find Myself
Still Here With
Analytical Reviews
On The Shit I Do
It Develop
The Game’s Been Subdued
I’m Under Pressure Writing Raps
With My Crooked Crew
I’m Just Trying To Make It
For The World To See
But If A Fail In The Process
I’ll Just Fuck With Keys
I’ll Mess With Meth
I Got Nothing Left
And I Ain’t Going Back
To Some Model Death
The Same Struggle Every State
That Was My Fate
In This Melting Pot
Of Unemployment Rates
They Soaring
While The Government Scoring
Sleeping On My People
But A Army Forming
The Brown On Brown Crime
Is What Keeps Us Down
Getting Shot In The Varrio
See A Surgical Gown
I Was Sound
So Far So Good
As Good As It Gets
I’m A Robin Hood
Its For My Parents
I Wanna Make Em Proud
In A Way I’m Feeling Bad
All The Shit They Allowed
I’m Under Pressure
In A Doja Cloud
Rap Game Coke Money
And Your System Loud
Secret Passage
These Are The Tunnels Of War
Historic Evil Figures
On The Highest Floor
Underscore
The Fucking Name
Cause Its Deep Within The Hood
Legacy Of Pain
When The End Draw Near
We’ll All Be Here
A Gangland Vet
Astronomical Years
Dark Dreams
Journals Of A Rider
In The Confines Of A Castle
Homie Smoking Some Fire
Come & Find Me
Thats An Endless Envision
I See In Full View
A Fatal Collision
With A Stranger
Lame You Ain’t Knowin'
I Body Muthafuckas
While Your Wife Be Blowing
No Coming Back
From These Wicked Places
I Hang Before The Souls
That Were Convicted Of Cases
A Sinister Kind
The Crew Hand A Winner
Behind A Smile
Like Notorious Killas