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Oct 2017
Yeah it goes like this
Some die for the money
Others rather tell a joke
But ain't nothing funny when I see
My peeps gettin smoked by police
Leasted to mess with the poor
Excite race wars too many scars
Since I left the battlefield can't shield
My family cuz they be handing me
Restrictions in my own jurisdiction
Seems more like mental lynching predictions
Made by the lifestyle of a fantasy addiction
Tryna break the system that keeps me in straight pimpin'
But I broke the sable
Turned off my cable
A new state of mind you can tell By my rhyme
No sublime time after time
I'll write truth in every line
So next I come around pound for pound I'm shutt em down


Yo when I try to help my brother
He looks the other
Way and gives a **** what I gotta say
Too many victims of prey dark grey
Clouds hovering over your heads
Tryna scheme of ways to make bread
But don't chase something that's already dead
Filled with slave owners but at the same time they money owners
Slavin us til we bite the dust so trust
They divided us so we can't bust
At the real scenario takin places in different barrio
I say break the barrier white vs blacks vs mexican vs asian
We all just a number waiting for a blazing
Burned into a grain coatin' rhymes til they glazing
Don't consider myself hero I'm just saving
Much damage soon to take ground But I'll make sure to shut em down
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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       WhisperedShivers, Marshall Messi and SPT
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