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Close To Home Pictures And Past Times

pictures, and past times Is what?s left of my life? (Broken Promises) Would you believe a word I said? If I told you this is the best of me. So close your eyes and

'em in my scope, that's close enough Leather Face'll fuck a nigga up and smile And hit 'em with the millimeter and I show a bitch kill a nigga See me

really know though 'Cuz they walking past me, giving me the eye When they past me they be asking When you new shit coming out At the picture house They be huddled up and

down us Lost, nobody found us, the force that sorrounds us Ain't with us, they get us on the ground and hit us We paint pictures of the chains under their names and

And all the special things I'd like to eat Pictures of people that I'd like to meet, oh meet Well I'm orbiting the world And it's so pretty and

to city, life of a gypsy Gravel, grass, concrete, folk law and mystery Yo, looking at my Gucci, it's about that time for me to pawn this piece of junk and

's economy The right, rich and privileged get even richer And they, in turn, support her barbaric policies both at home and overseas. The Falklands war

bar and played the star everywhere I went In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own I close my eyes and picture home on my block Livin' life is but

streets watchin' many things Kids walkin' home from school on drug blocks Missionaries pass out papers that read, "Love God" I see faces, cases, judges and jurors Masons, lawyers and