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Jul 2015
The game is to be told not sold
Watch these hyporcites
Sell they soul until they fold
Scorn off the memories
Gettin' high and drunk on Hennessey
I see my enemy
From afar loadin' up the guns
Hands up but quick to shoot
Call em Pigs
They still on the same gig
Muthafuckas is dyin' over the same bid
Bringin' oppression
No future for our kids
Vanish these demons with high powered weapons
Trapped in my world mind is made up
Cant keep peace cuz i grew up corrupt
Now send out the dog pound
**** the police always throw a nigguh
Down
The situation growin' frantic
Many fools out here in a panic
Politics pushin' confusion abusin'
Trickin' and bemusin'
Got millions chasin' after broken
Dream
Reality aint what it seems
Puff a lil green
So ya see what i see and ill be
Back for more even the score
Leavin the *******
As im coming out victorious evening the score! !!
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
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