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Aug 2017
I didn't understand back then
When
I was young kid on the block
Looking at the homies pushing rock
With the game on lock
But the cops always had to knock
Down the doors looking for drugs in store
Paused my Nintendo peeped out the window sirens soundin'
Souls was astoundin'
Didn't know what was going on
I kept hearing that sad song
Slavery still here G
Still under white supremacy
But it made a man out of me
by the time I hit adolescene
I seen the presence
Of the Most High telling me why
We all in a fry so many of us die
Cuz see the buzzards circlin the sky
Unwillingly and knowingly
That we was destined to be
Kings and Queens but it's all a dream
Like Martin King can't find a team
Cuz everybody out for self
**** man we need to break this ***** plan and lay out a master plan
But on the other hands
I wanted get money stretch it like rubberbands
But some of us might as well be in the ****
Drugs enforced and endorsed
On the streets as well as the music so don't abuse it or loose it
I know we all brothers sisters of different colors from.mothers no others
Got heart like I dangerous once I learned to catch vibration with my third eye
Controlled my soul on a stroll
To a good day good riddance to those who ain't in repentance
We paying for the wages of sin
But the curse slowly breaking away Feelin like Malcolm sittin by the window with an AK
47 how many suckas wanna go to heaven
And i wanna break leven
With my peeps though but it seems they all want to go to war
I tried to raise their conscious sick of the nonsense
Media and the press loved to keep us suppressed
Art of War strategy being played on us
But I loaded my mentality with wisdom and begin to bust
Shots at the stations
They treat it like a crime
whats wrong for unitin' with the black nation?
I'm tryna to get to Mt. Zion I ain't lyin'
Why they always tryna tie in
A brother into gang violence
Or drug case wheres our resistance  
Break the lien my past peers paid our dues
Just check the slavery views
Every few years they wanna see tears
Instill fear to keep us down here
In this concrete jungle hard to be humble
When everybody mean muggin'
Life jugglin' and strugglin'
To get over obstacles
Me a blackman  still alive it's a miracle
Almost satricial
Its comedy at it's best enemies up to put a test
On you black man black woman
Wake up cuz they want us acting up
Lets restack up get our weight up
Build blackwallstreet the way it was supposed to be
Along with the
Indians to Mexicans we came from the same boat different landing put down that cannon cuz them spirits channelin' standin'
Tough against the rain hitting my window pane
As thoughts began to ponder my brain
Its insane no more **** crack or *******
We got the power to make the change
And don't act strange
When I see you Just smile cuz I know you in the wild
No hoochies to pop coochies
Just Queens makin' love like Lucy and Ricky Ricardo I go all out for more
Even the score naw we takin soar
Like hawks in the night
No fright ready to fight when we show on site
White house white house ain't nothing but a plantation house
Playin a game of cat n mouse
We rising check the new apes movie
They subliminally showed us we been had the funk feelin' groovy
Stick with me n I'll stick with you
We gotta communicate better
When it's stormy weather endeavor
Wisdom is much more than silver and gold but ya rather take a toll
Down the valley of death row
And i know it's hard but don't worry I hear ya
Cuz we about the same problems so I feel ya yeah
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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