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Jan 2017
I took a train to wisdomville
I'm my old beat automobile
It seems I was destined for a strong will
My spirits furious at the works
Of Capitol Hill
Gotdamn how they get this much power
Every hour I see souls devoured
By a faceless public figure
It seems more negativity
Get you more figures
Seven plus check the army surplus
Every time they lay their foot n the dust
I see ashes to ashes dust to dust
Folks so oxidized I can see there rust
Too many putting there trust
Into a system
That don't care nothing about them
Ask them
About money cars n clothes
That just goes to show
How manipulated they are
Trying to hard to be a fake star
No shine is too bright
Ya need to stay close to the light
But many love the comfort of darkness
Mentally spiritually a dead carcass
Waiting for a messiah to arise
When the serpent is right in front of your eyes
Look ahead folks they playing
You
Even got them boys in blue
Uniform sticking you like a unicorn
But don't understand u misinform
Harmless harm
I call it a good kick charm
Too many folks showing love to a plantation farm
***** gettin banks
Still climbing the ranks
Do hard work n still get no thanks
That's American greed for your ***
I tell the truth brutal
N still can't get a pass
Or an invitation
To the elite conversation
They hate me cuz I'm thinking
Mind deeper than a submarine
I swear it's loose my head got no screws
**** guillotine
Switch the scene so I look tacky
With a GPS
They still couldn't track me
Call it what ya want
Still on hunt with them spirits in th trunk
Still I gotta say most sheep's astray
But it's just another day
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
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