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Dec 2017
Yeah my ancestors
Are my protectors
Since black cotton
We been rotten
And my folks forgotten
Still livin' in poverty
**** this society
They love eyin' me
And see a brother
In the penitentiary
To make us
Take on homosexuality
And our woman
Went to bed
With the government
Takin' us back
To slavery times
Imma break the struggle
But too many
******* wanna juggle
Over obstacles
And ****** in
The same ****
Claimin' they ain't snitch
But turn *****
Once one of
They homies hit
Flip the kabbitz
Feel like I'm in the offense
Tryna evade the blitz
Ghetto tricks with saggy ****
May get ya wig split
Regardless if it's blood there's no sorrow
Life's not promised tomorrow
This **** too deep
For a playa though
So I sit back
And watch the corrupted
Seeds grow
And all is rotten
Got **** still
Payin' for black cotton

And my ambition
Is to put a dent
In the commission
Elitist can't all delete us
Comin' for our planted fetus
And these dumb broads
Killin' us while feedin' us
Poison can't get
Enough joy and
Seems like God is gone
And replace with Satan
Huh since the city
Sittin' on seven hills
I see the truth reveals
Right in front of my eyes
No more lies
To be buried no longer worried
My visions stronger
Than ever none could sever
Me from wisdom and destiny
The man in me
Was made out of prophecy
It beckons that these demons
Around me
Is my own family
Come against me
And watch my pistol aim
Freely
Closin' souls alongs
With caskets this is for ya
Envious *** *******
Walking backwards
Black cotten
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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   Misty Meadows
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