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Nov 2016
It ain't no Sunshine
Cuz I got closed blinds in my mind
I reconcile all my problems
Tragedy seems to follow me
Since I was a kid put in my bids
I was already auctioned off
Look wat I did
See me trying bring the world to peace
But peace equals war more decease
Bodies rot can't trust the cops
And why not?
cuz everybody getting shot
Brothers especially the color of fudge
System ****** by the crooked *** judged
Paid under the table by the elite
Souls in fear destined for a repeat
I used see the world different
When I was young
But now I'm grown I feel much hung
On the *******
Spinning out wombs from cradle to tomb
Ill still be sweeping pain up like a broom and soon
My misery will be gone
Cuz ain't no sunshine. When ya in a funeral home

Lights camera actions
Gets happy people satisfaction
Nobody pays attention any more
Honor dead peeps that try to peep us about war
Spiritually I try to waken your conscious sick of the nonsense
Every time I turn on the news
Sad stories filled with blues
Destined for hell
Fight for rights though it will never prevail
They preach freedom but all I see slaves that pave
Away day by day
Leaning on the delusion of God
Which is orchestrated by man
U understand we playing with fire in our hands
Gettin the burn stuck in predicament
Waiting for turns
Turns to get a piece of the pie
Open ya eyes it's no surprise
Things ain't what it used to be
Reparations for the black fams
Naw they say we pass slavery
But what about my ancestry
Died for free working on the chattel fields
Bleeding hands have you ever seen a starving
Giving us crumbs off the table
Then have a nerve to give us different labels
First ***** to boy
To ***** to ***** to black
I never got joy
I was more than slave more like a lost king
And I know by the spirits that sing
No sunshine


Since I followed the light
It seems everything is tight
Loosing friends who pretend
To be down like brandy
Can't stand thee
Rain against window pane
Going insane circling the drain
There's no humanity left
I could even open the ears of the deaf
What's worse than worse
See a dead body being transported in a hearse
Taken to the grave
But soul ain't saved
Who can I COUNT on when my tears is gone
Pain is temporary weakness
But I say it's permanent
Cuz everyday is a new struggle from hustle to hustle
I gotta make means to get green
To maintain a luxurious dream
And I know I'm just venting
Breaking pass your mental jurisdiction
Wake you before it's too late
They poisoning food cigs and water
Prepare for slaughter
They want us die young never old
So folks stand bold
*** it's more of us than them
STAY dunkin with funk like Tim
Inhale the smok from v slim
The choice is yours
Take back your existence
Or die lika punk
**** it raise hell to this blunt
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
One time for ya mind
Darkness casted over the sun no sunshine
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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