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Mar 2018
When they burn down the churches,
stuck the ******* to God.
My clothes smell like smoke
Dame I can feel the tears in the sky!

But THE TRUTH OF THE MATTER IS!

When I threw the *******
Lord it's breaking my heart
And as I walk down the street I know you're hurting inside.
threw the mall I see sneakers
I see sneakers I can't buy
Oh they make you look like it's your appetite.
Late at night it goes deeper
Had a vision bout a guy
That sold his souls for life.

But THE TRUTH OF THE MATTER IS.

It's a thorn to the eye to try to sleep at night when you know the after life.
Our society is Satan on Sunday he shows us right but it's him in disguise.
Lord we need you to help us
Lord we need you in our life
I'll be lying if I said We'll be okay threw tonight
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
(29/M/United States)   
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