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Jan 2018
I ask myself why was we born
Is it a curse or lesson to be warned
Learned only to burn slowly the clock turns
Each second minute day is a step closer to the death sleigh
Soon to ride on the slopes derail
Of the tracks of life
Can't trust anyone or even self
Put my feelings on the shelf
Tryna keep a full bar of health
Keep my mind in stealth invested in brain wealth
Now in filthy rich but I got dirt surrounding me
Seems like society is fantasy turned reality
Stuck in a crystal ball summer winter spring or fall
Still can't get a **** call so many quick to ball
But many fall after a gall of someones downfall
Preying like a mantis from a **** of cannabis
Planted with a fist from death kissed
Wake up outta the dream I see the Sun as the moon
And moon as the sun or is it my souls done
Atmosphere ain't really here it's an illusion to keep us in fear
At the same time everything round us is sublime
Subjugated to work money grind slaves to time
If you understand the madterplan at hand
You wouldn't settle for a reprimand as I take on demands
Once again I ask why we living
Only to die with the sinful bodies we once lived in
Cracked open the shell it ain't hard to tell
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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