12:12

Think I still got it

The Pouring Rain

12:12

Overslept

Wake up, wake up don’t be asleep to long

Wake up, wake up don’t be asleep to long

We all go through days, we all go through change

We all lose our life from the things we can’t explain

We say we in love but we lose our heart

We don’t know where to look but forward to start

How you

Look through

So many other eyes that you see with your hatred

You can’t lose

I say goodbye to those who want to justify only you

Wake up

Can’t take it, won’t take it, won’t make it, and give up

You see

Your leave

Will make somebody else mad to hate you in the street

I’m just going on, going on

Up and down the way, the way

I’m going up

You growing up

We got to meet half way

Half way is up

Hurtful Thing

Passionate Fruit

Joshy Wrote It For Me

Just for my # 1

Alfred Hitch Mature Version

Look
As crazy as it sounds that’s the only way to put it down on paper, no I’m not a hater call me up trying to f*** and guess what I don’t call you later
See money don’t mean s*** to me in your fantasy, you can spend as many bens as you want to but it won’t clear up that vocabulary
Trying to sweet talk me into bed, even through in head, praying to God one day hoping one day of coarse I’ll spread my legs
So sick as you lay it on me thick, so I think quick on my feet, and you say I’m talking s***, being slick while we speak
You would think a girl had enough about now, Four months later with all this flirting, can explain that the wife don’t put it down
To be exact never had to question none of that, especially when she would smile in my face and never think about the fact
Her man after me, let’s see hypothetically speaking, he tell her what she wanna hear without me ev...

Harlem Attitude

I’ve detected something selected in these streets f****** with a beast
Inching in my own way of these sorry a** police who happen to know where I been and exchange me for a receipt
Excuse me if the mouth more powerful beyond your own beliefs
Catch me on high cliff over your city jumping off first hand won’t serve for plenty
Change that direction right down into a chimney blown like the crack head out there searching for a penny
Now see the decision can only inquire more turn from a then trick now whore
It’s a cold world out there I can see it in your eyes bless to see another day only caught you by surprise
Harlem covers up on the people that commit suicide sad when you look at the newspaper the innocence always get testified
Who works the justice system, which brings home the peace blacks are still in slavery time f****** with the police
It ain’t easy on these streets, harder times beco...