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Jun 2017
o why o why
must I stay high
see them visions in the sky
retraced my history
seen my family story
I was clutched to the allegory
many thangs we built
but don't get credit for
like the revolutionary war
it was a black man
that helped Washington soar
pass the waves
in the cold seasons and British troops was breathin'
slowly infiltrate o wait
we got boats on the way
what the **** is yosef talkin about?
he ain't makin no sense
yeah but I make cents
if you read my sentence
***** trick mad cuz I see the flip
in the history script
its all a lie so why even try
try me ya see I be funky
like George P
ya know I wish I could
turn back the hands of time
rewind to when the world was mind
black this black that
now we at a cultural attack
every body wanna be a *****
but nobody wants to
know what it feels
like to be a *****
embracing hood fame dames
street life and *******
**** pills ******
man it's all the same to shame
keep us in a sublime state
I ain't dead but I feel I'm at a wake
huh party people in a cathedral we know
lighting scents
for the spiritual presence
but they ain't there though
midnight dreams like Van Gogh
demons everywhere I stare
into the eternal light
yeah trying to fight
these leechers screaming from hells bleachers
heaven is really he'll inside of a mental cell
break the chains g
and know we been free
I'm feelin' like Douglas
in the 1800s hittin like a comet
on earth there's my birth
once I opened my eyes
I seen the  spiritual rise
then I began to cry
cuz of all pain
I endured in the fetal positions
and the feelings
that my mother was missin'
locked in a mission
from the unknown commission
yosef coming to ****
the will
white house Ain't nothing a slaughterhouse
say they want love
but all I see war
forever be scarred
cuz of the lies that kept me barbed
like wires curving liars
who speak blasphemy with fire
I'm on a higher
notion took a sip of  the potion
poetically aesthetically
plan my thoughts carefully
strategically I be
that black Sun Tzu
fist to gun fights
it's the resurgence of blight
war is inevitable it's unexplainable
and they wonder why I always carry my pistols so
Now ya knows uhhh
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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