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Sep 2017
Reigning in the ****** streets
Where money and hustle meets
Fame and fortune may bring death
Where grim reaper greets
A cast over your soul
Strong intentions ambitions
Over being a top henchmen wishin'
To be a
A don only to be a pawn
Caught up in the gang life
With your feet constantly on the run
Can't trust nobody but self
People in ya own circle will cause theft
From personal greviance
Forming a strong defiance
Making small alliance ties in
With outside businessmen
Who say that they can do
Better than
The peeps you with
But they only using I as a scope out
To look out
Then you'll get knocked out
After they find what they looking for
Your body left at shore
An eternal war will never even score
Coming after friends family foes
And pensions pending hopefully ending
Scorn but scorn was here before you was born
Darkness before light
Eveil came before goodness
Listening to the sounds of gun shots
From Tommy ricochet
Up and down the alleys
Street lights flickering
Night bird's bickering .crow's surrounding
They know it's a ****** in store
Strong wind gust
After your life flashed away
Body grows colder than an Ice Tray
So say say what?
That's what keep eyes on the prize.
Cuz somewhere somehow
Enemies got mobster ties get wise
Double my eyes and my size realize
I ain't meant to be played with.otherwise
My guns gone baptize make souls rise
Demise like sunset
A memory ya won't forget
There's a mobster in all over us
Trust if edged close to the cliff
Watch how our instincts become unstiff
And homicidal thoughts become swift
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
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