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Jun 2016
The color of my skin
Has held chaos within
My soul its because im hebrew a real jew
And not like or ish
So i dish out the ******* despite
What they tell me
Born into a ghetto where we are subject
To die in the ghetto
They dont want us to get ahead
Cuz they scared
Of an uproar of us when we bust
They fall apart trust
They know as well as we .but we
Too sleep walking in the dream
But its all a nightmare
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
(26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth)   
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   mark cleavenger
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