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[Verse 1: Juvenile]
Uh, Uh, Uh I took my first break in seventy-five
I tell the story like yesterday when(??) was alive
didn t do shit with my brothers without makin e m mad
couldn t get along with nobody so I just ran with my Dad
he took me right there where the killas be
across court from Mileton between Clarion and Wilistry
we shot ball on crates tryna get paid by all means
started snatchin purses by Wall Greens
seen Titey get hit up in the melt when I was young
paramedics couldn t even find his tongue
thats when I started totin my heat to call a G
my family was deep but wasn t goin in that water with me
right after Mr.Martin s class (??)and me
straight to Barret think I was worried bout the trulency? please
got paid for them old timers puttin in work
like Mr. Frank he sold fruit, watermelons, and herbs

[Chorus]
Even though the times was hard
I didn t fear no man but God
you lookin at New Orleans crime rate
right up in the place, soulja s beware this is Juve the great
Juve the great
Juve the great
Juve the great
this is Juve the great
Juve the great
Juve the great
Juve the great
this is Juve the great

[Verse 2: Juvenile]
Mama thought her son was really doin it tight
when I was the one out here not doin it right
until she found my stash she couldn t believe all the weed she found
shit it must ve been a half a pound
I was thirteen then back when Yoga was caddillac n it
my campaign was let a lil nigga get a crack at it
far from a gangsta but was learnin alot
ain t just be the one that earnin the pot
after the turn of the clock I started bankin on the low with the dope
got slugged up so hoes ll notice me mo
tee s, reeboks, and girbauds I had a few (??) to write
regular hood shit the average niggaz go through in life
wanted to be a lil gorilla, and more day killas
(???) and we ball I know they ll flip ya
I stayed away from them cats who didn t communicate well
cause them was them niggaz that would ve had me in jail

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Juvenile]
At fifteen I carried alot of wieght on my back
me and my brother infact, I kept my money intact
I mad my real power moves soon as Juv got one
headed straight to the irish counter nigga who got guns?
shit my people Bobby and surviva got hit too
and I heard my name was poppin up in some shit too
wasn t no cool cans off googlin no more
it was either cry like a bitch or go sell it and score
my first case wanted my respect in the worst way
couldn t tell me shit when I was hungry and thirs-ty
have a nigga way out his religion ya heard me
I guess it s punishment to who and never was worthy
every since I leanred about guns and coke
I made a vow to myself that I would never go broke
do what I gotta do to eat
I probably can t play no sports but I can work these streets

[Chorus]

Get on the train cause I m tired of you, boy
You can come back when you re dressed in blue
You won t get a penny of using me
I m gonna send you home and hit you on Sunday

Don t look so...

Falling downward, your face I see
Falling downward, you can see me
In this madness I reach out for your hand
Two souls in union, spiralling to the ground
Child of Morpheus
Take me to your sweet euphoria
Child of Morpheus
Hold me in my dreams
Tranquil angel
Falling with no fear of landing
Child of Morpheus
Close my eyes for...

Quale per li seren
tranquilli e puri
discorre ad ora
ad or subito foco,
movendo li occhi
che stavan sicuri,
e pare stella che tramuti loco..”

“Come saranno
a’giusti preghi sorde
quelle sustanze
che, per darmi voglia
ch’io le pregassi,
a tacer fur concorde?”

“Bene è che sanza

Bruises

I can t stop thinking about
Cutting myself up
Visual bruises can be covered in make-up
But down to the core I m all bruises.
My little whore gives these excuses.

How can this, be rationalized ?
Your brain has programmed, all of...

Obe

Ich krieche nur noch auf dem Boden
dies ist der Gang den man mir abverlangt
von allen Seiten ruft Erlösung
doch das Wundmal klebt an meiner Hand

Hilf dir selbst dann hilft dir Gott
Hilf dir selbst dann hilft dir Gott

Doch...