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Donnie Williams
Donnie Williams
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Adesha
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J.C. Johnson
J.C. Johnson
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Benjamin Carr
Benjamin Carr
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To all of my homies, peace Lookin' for your slice to eat Finding your balance, we Searching for good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love My homies been displaced, when we Done repped this place Way before the city face lifted now Different face Hold the keys when we been seven Deep like aerostars My posse been on Broadway Oakland Tech to Moswood Park 51 to 57, my first tour spots We was the back of the bus like Kwame pock a dots See I was insecure didn't rock the Latest brands And I was Meals on Wheels nickle Dimin donut man But now I'm grown and glazed Oakland to that Jose raised Eating with these activists holdin Down the family name We struggled as extended Family line now caught up in it Black experience as intended would Was never gone see the light Would always work But never own they slice By design, undermine burn my Legacy From my sweat to my creations, all My equity I see the work of those before, so I Rest in peace So I rest in peace So I rest in peace So I rest in peace To all of my homies, peace Lookin' for your slice to eat Finding your balance, we Searching for good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love I pray to God that this work will pay Off I don't mind the work cause some Homies laid off Throwin' out my bait, I hope it catch No loss Either way I'm winning progress Gone cost I'm barely getting started King me broken hearted For those that came and left And never got they due, now Departed To the afterlife so this present life I Feel the breeze I'm paying homage to their work Hollerin best believe You know my black folk been Entreprenew Been take a dollar and been turn it Two When the Ken only was for Ken Not for my name They was Grandfathered in While we was Grandfathered Chained So now I'm spittin freedom, more Then just some pocket change I'm talkin pull yo seat up at these Table games That's a different kind of food Different kind of feast We meal prepin so the whole Neighborhood can eat So I rest in peace So I rest in peace Till I rest in peace To all of my homies, peace Lookin' for your slice to eat Finding your balance, we Searching for good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love Good love
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