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Aug 2017
Can't tell folks how you feel
Anymore they rather be
Fake than real
Quick to hold the steel
Piece to your back
Then have the audacity
To say they have your back
Backwards **** is that
Can't talk about problems
That's bothering
That rather heist your thoughts
Call it a gathering
But it's an undercover robbering
Can't talk about race wars
And the scars
Left many open punctured uncure
So sure
People really got something to say
But scared if they speak
Theyll be used as prey
Sick of the perversions of gay
Lesbians queers to the transgender
Pushing confusion of gender
Its a war on the hetros
But I got a couple
Of guns with extended ammunition
Call it a homicidal communion
n I'll aim it at they temple
**** your feelings
You in it for the wrong dealin'
Just a tactics
To push pedophiles at the top
Of the building
And why we ain't yielding
This ******* it makes me sick
To my stomach
Killin' kids with abnormal images
So they can up the **** percentage
If it's so normal ?
Why y'all pushing it so hard
Barely can get a mental charge
Cuz their brains is drained
Open and stained hopefully the remain
Alpha male alpha female's
Grab the fist
And punch the news publish
**** their sibling
I hope they listening
I'll start a line grab a bottle of Crisco
And start smackin' em
Like a religious christening
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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