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Breathing Fire Plant

want shawty I'll give it to you Your world is my world (Your world) And my fight is your fight (My fight) My breath is your breath And your heart (and

only air I breathe Are you lonesome the plate glass summer Don't call it the death of me it's all a plan She's putting the armor on my back Waving the

The conspiracy theory I knew this nigga who's sittin', on the dock on the bay Had plans of gettin' rich so he was plottin' with Jay This motherfucker

praise your name I need room to breath I want to feel your peace; I got to feel your ease Screaming' down on my knees, because my insides bleed My hearts on fire

Death may come invisible Or in a holy wall of fire In the breath between the markers On some black I-80 mile From the madness of the governments To the

to abort as assassins extort My mind frame contort tryin to hold down the fort Fort knocks despise clocks heart bleeds I plant seeds Guaranteed my

drop? Will he flop? Will he go pop a cell? Is his mind frail? The worst is groove frantic, he expand the planet Plan harder, your Godfather's plans failed

a little mustard, man Yeah, much worse Seventeen dead bodies hanging from a telephone wire All seventeen on fire Lightening up the sky with the smell of death Rich bigot fucker, take a deep breath

, and firing squad Midnight tonight will mark the first execution Death waits in my cell I can smell him Somebody tell him that I still breathe, leave