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If all of this can go bad, then whats the point of tryin?
Earl is spooked as well.
Sabas carrying the weight of ancestral hopes and dreams.
I still get nostalgic seeing houses my family lost, he muses in the opener, Free Samples.
They wished upon a star, I caught it like Im Randy Moss.
There are a million ways to approach a beat.
/ Moratorium extendo, Im just evading the pit.
The wisdom in the bars on these albums comes at the cost of a certain peace of mind.
These artists have never made carefree music.
Theres too many struggling, too much pain.
You cant save everyone.
Will we ever see a future where young Black boys can shoulder less weight that isnt theirs or none?
