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Aug 2017
with a couple of gats
to gloves
it ain't no love
lost in the land of the loss
suckas gettin' tossed
out the valley
like this perpetrators we did
in the alley
we ain't takin' no more
I'm talkin' about hate self destruct
let me reconstruct
the unfinished project
can't get no respect
unless I blast my own
peeps
Or clown my peeps
then lift a subliminal weap
over something we could
have advoided
but since my check was voided
I'm growin' paranoid
cuz I see all the signs
sins wages deeper and deeper
so I puff my ******
real slow let it meditate
my mind flow
which I could save the world
but most don't wanna
saved themselves
so it's just a waste fools in a race to first place
when they been last
they laughin' at yo ***
them oppressors
got the oppressed
hatin' the oppressed
and everybody stressed I guess?
fightin' on topics
that don't even involve you
look at yo government
they don't love you
or us plus I got arsenal
and I'm ready to bust trust
Huh I'm in the house of pain


Wake up yo brain
And stop playin' a fool to the game
They all shame your name
I used to want to big
But now I'm going against the grain
Feel me
No envy in my heart though
It was blank from start
Had a rough life even had to pack a knife
In my shoes stuck in a catch 22
What was I to do?
Had to protect my self
Even from my own peeps
Or the rogue *** police
Ain't no justice or peace
Once shots release
Another brother dead in the streets
And to my other brothers & sisters
Gettin' ****** with the open blisters
I ain't mad at cha
But don't spread the virus trust
We know they biogically using weapons to **** us quickly
But we ain't catching on
How many times do you hear these words to a song
That Smile now cry later I'm not hater just a debator and a
Street educator
Cuz my minds is growing loose no screws could hold me down
I'm going in for the pound
Shoot ya rounds
But it'll be rejected
Why cuz the black Son has resurrected so check it
My power absorb energies like Bishop
Shoot em right back at cha
Pause yo steps up my reps
Keep my mind military equipped
Ready for battle better yet the war
We takin' on suckas
Who wanna cause ruckus (bing)
And once it rains better believe it pours
Cuz losing your soul aint nothing to gain
But too many vain gettin' jaillocked in the house of pain
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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     Brittney Latellreus Lewis and a-L
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