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Jan 2018
Why don't ya grab a beer and lend me an ear
Ya see black folks they want us to disappear
Ya see me in the rear tryna to re steer
Us back into the right direction but seems rejection
Is the best option don't be mad at me sucka!!
Im just tryna reach to My lost sister and brothers
Livin' in gutters life's seems to stutter
Can't paint the words of imagery right
Impaired sights fantasy hypes off of the black mans plight
See my struggle is no different than yours
I say we rebuild and reclaim our dynasty
And shatter the industry that tried to threaten me
Black woman I admire your beauty
And creativity
It don't matter what they say about thee
I just know I'm apart of the stolen trinity
My boy King James say in the three throne
Including Russia England and Rome
So don't spread hate cuz history ain't nothing
but a misconception
Once I realize I'm black they mad cuz i made a historic connection

Like the 18th Letter it be the R
I be the 25th letter evening the bar
Ying and yang barrister
who'll take care of ya rippin' ya
With my mental ammo like strokes of a piano
The melody will be moving ya mentality
In another form of galaxy storm I came to bring the harm
Like a million bees in a swarm
Visions suddenly become impaired
Thoughts ensnared with stood up hairs
From all the stingin'Β Β that wears
Ya down couldn't bundle the brain capacity
To those that try to challenge me
Don't even last a second against me
Talk hard but too **** softy
I'm spittin' knowledge put that alcohol down fool
I'm stop being used as government program tool
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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