| Cold winters posted on block corners
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| Pushing product to make it a hot summer
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| Giving little thought to the risk the spot coming with
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| Focused on the kitchen the pans & pots rumbling
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| Bread winner out getting that bread
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| Dinner on the table fore my younging get in the bed
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| Fuck the DTs, the DEA the captain & FEDS
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| Newly married to the game but shit I’m happily wed
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| I put time in, overtime grinding
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| Unminded shining, y’all was reclining
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| I was reminded that the lyrics that prompt the rewinding
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| Rarely ever get that prime time spin
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| I gotta get it fore the ending
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| Leave a will so they can spend it
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| Though this wasn’t my intention
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| Niggas pushed me to the limit
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| I guess this my repentance for the time I ignored
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| And sat down to break bread with out thanking the Lord
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| So when they read my obituary
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| Let it state that this nigga Tor was a visionary
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| More dictionary in rhyme than pictionary
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| Photo finished penning while they shit was blurry
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| I had to scurry due to worries that the clock ain’t waiting for me
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| Like the doctor said the time I had is less than what’s before me
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| Predestined to be buried sooner than I had wished
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| So whatever time is left I spent pursuing a dish
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| In a quest to fill up my palate the balance was missed
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| Looking at a full bowl but my soul was remiss
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| And though you know its a gift striving to holding a grip
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| When you get to Gods blessing you can almost forget |