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Oct 2016
Bright lights every nights
Shining over dead mentalities
Fatalities soon to be a reality
In another state of mind is my locality
Situtions looking hectic
Switching henchmen with the trigger selected
From semi to auto somebody's gotta go
Another one dead by the feds
It ain't about the bread its about what's being fed
Check the front of the head
Lines stories all In the same line
Wither be good or bad
They want you to follow tragedies fad
Got diseases forming out the air
No one cares we just stop and stare
I see a guns glare
Check my head and shoulders
Its still there
Maybe it's a nightmare
Naw it ain't but I can't
Shake these demons leaning on me
Everywhere
Things ain't what it seem no more
The way to only make peace is war
Bunch gore from the distance
Sick of the nonsense
My hearts growing intense
See the inmates punching the fence
Tryna gotta grip on liberty but liberty
Ain't never did **** for me
Cuz to many people s l double e p
Desert storms with no warning
So folks prepare for scorning
Early morning
Got officers at every corner of ya house looking to douse
Ya with a barrage of bullets
They say it ain't the color of skin
Well? Why I always see my color tucked in
A casket break chains of the plantation no more hesitation
I'm creating .a force so beautiful
Attract intellects like money
Attracts to evil stunts like knivel
Am I reaching ya brain yet
I'm a mental terrorist
Considered the greatest poet
To ever exist
Cuz I don't take no mess
Like papa who's gone stop tha
Train once yosef brings the pain
Insane
Off the top of the dome
Can't go to sleep now
Til I touch a funeral home
I refuse to die
I'm on a mission sent from one of my visions
I see elite souls get a lynching
Got my weight no benching
Politics head itching
Cuz I'm thinking of a plan
To demolish the whole world
No diamonds no pearls
Making kings and queens
Out of boys and girls
Take back what's our ghetto star
Cuz all eyes are
On the magnificent yosef
Open ya up like an explosive
But most rather be dead
Than alive mentally but spiritually I'm awoken G follow me
So we can conquer fears destiny
Stay awake for ya soul might weap
if ya go to sleep sleep sleep sleep
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
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