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States The The Darkest Hour

Sometimes we find ourselves in someone else But in your darkest hour that feels alright Sometimes we go too far to find her But in your darkest hour

London, ghetto, north London ,ghetto south Londona?¦.x2 Im the london hustler a golden grind, grind. Young hustlers we graft all the time dawn or dark

Alumni Yeah I'm From The School Of Hard Knocks Looking Out For The 12 Roger Staubach No Cafe But We Had Them Hard Rocks For The Bread They'll Throw You Off Of Dark

? Damn straight, it's called race That motivate the jake to give chase Say they want you successful, but that ain't the case You livin' large, your skin is dark

it over the great divide Now I'm coming for you Your forces lined up in battle Your soldiers and your machines The sun been blacked out by shadows The darkest hour

six Stood before the sun to evade an eclipse Press your lips to your fingertips Don't say a word Look into my-eyes see no desire goes unheard Got to feed every 24 hours

where the heart is then wer're the smartest kids I know because wherever we are in this great big world we'll never be more than a few hours from

I hear a little scream inside Everyday I find it's gettin' louder I just want to reach out and touch someone 'Cause I find, I need a friend in this dark hour

blanket in my bed, The look in your eyes has stayed inside me, In my head, Outside its snowing its odd for this time of year, Your light through the darkness