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Oct 2016
How can I come up
Abrupt society
But it's too corrupt
Greed feeds a ***** seed indeed
I'm.the last of a dying breed
****** need to wake up
Shake up before we end up
Bitin the dust trust
Its by design asinine media topics
And bias *** politics
Quick to lock a brother up
For pen profits
Its the new slavery took the chains out the field
And put into a corporate never forget
Where I come from
Deep in slums I was made from.***
Mother and father but why bother?
Tryna make something for my self
When I'm destined to fail
In this west European society
And they ask me why I react violently
Too hearts gone silently
In reality I'm battling the sable
Tryna take off the cables
That's wearing me down frown
Upon the lost masses
They mentality shattered like broken glasses
Hard yo put the pieces together
But if we work as one we can maneuver
The stormy weather
But when the darkness is gone
Shaft of light replenishes the blight
I smoke top flight I never go without a fight
**** the gov yea you know them
The same people that say they love
To alleviate the problems
Make more problems I ain't dumb
I peeps this **** an early age streets are raged
I felt like a caged animals
Cops always in the hood for no good
Drugs ain't flown in by us
Brother put down the guns and bust
Knowledge
Reading books from legal crooks
Like Scarface Elliot Ness and Dutch man
Understand
We can take over if we pull our heads
Our *****
But ya rather remain stuck
Gangsta mentality
Tryna come up
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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