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Mar 2018
Since God shedded his tears and flooded the atmosphere
My sins of my forefathers still here
I remember being one the tears
That fell down from the sky asking why
I was born to die and everyday I gotta stay high
I ain't choosin' sides committed to homicide
Deaths to foes who don't wanna ride
Soon to be under the ground like a tide
Water to ground strongest soldiers stomping around
What's thats sound? It's the Southside dumpin' on fools who wanna start somethin'
keep them heataz jumpin'
Now ya in a puddle of blood heart pumpin'
Trying not to crossover but I be the puttin' up the cross and you'll be over
The older and older
I get I realize life ain't about **** nothing but money pits and ***** ***** I love to stick never had a limp ****
So stay in your lane if you talking **** trick

My knuckle game somethin' insane with about a dime of piece of Mary Jane Straight to brain
Rolled up so I can swole up
My melanin got my thoughts shook like gelatin I make skeletons
Cross and bones if you interfere with the warfare zone
Huh my tactics are carefully selected from weapons thats soon to be ejected and injected
Into ya body like syringe ask the Lord why he had to die
No seconds left til my last breath
I'm heisting this game so I be the vengeful theft in the night
Refocused my sight third eye aligned now I'm takin' the blight despite
What my enemies think of me I'll remain a capital "G"
Ain't no fake in me much generosity to the military
Feel me ain't nothing to this life I'll die reckless
With a death angel around me as my necklace check it
So my time in life is respected
Back to the depths of Hell where many souls dwell well??
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
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