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Nov 2023
Pinches of ****, to birth a new cellular seed,
Last of the dying breed, got yall intrigued, let the knowledge breath,
Life into this *****, i told yall in success, most dont pay attention to the mess,
They involved in, so they miss the best,
Times to come, thy will be done, student of the game,
Put all foes in the same, who aint got they emotions tamed,
I used wanna **** Pinky, and get the brain, but now dames,
Just wanna dash, at the scent of your fame, use your name,
They nothing but ***** guzzlers, ghetto ***** strugglers,
And yall ******, better stop fallin' for the triggers,
Of he say she say, because always lies runnin' the rail ways,
I feel no guilt, cuz the world was built, off of pain,
Say its a new world, but its the same ****, we live by, tryna void the swirl, yo



Pops told me, to watch who you give ya jewels too,
Because hate will bleed through, broke the circle,
Formed half a square, wisdom learned if ya dare, like the dark eyes, of a cat that stares,
Like my pineal gland that shares,
Links with the universe,
One song one sound, look all around, its nothing but energy found,
Around, the peoples we see everyday, and dont delay,
Nature talks, without words to say, tapped into myself,
Now i see infinite wealth, no baggy clothes, just cigars,
And gold stashed, in my portfolio, know, thats the real dough,
One thought remained poor, and the other, wanted riches to soar,
Learn the tax gains and the debt game,
Play monopoly, if ya wanna peep game,
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
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