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Jun 2018
People stop fallin' snooze to the news blues and new crews showin' bad valuables only to loose
Deep in this deadly game it's a crime shame people don't even know the origins of their own name ??you could be a Queen or King sibling but too many dribbling on thoughts drained from a quart of blood going to the brain ya slow stroking it hard to get ahead when all you think about is bread many heads deads in fear of the feds cuz they ain't takin' their meds feel the reign purple thunder we creatin' wonders
With my Hendrix spells it ain't hard to tell as my brain cells sail the spiritual ocean still coastin' and toastin'
Those who ain't floatin' on cloud nine rain bullets from my nine til enemies flat on their spine I'm one of a kind paragon makin' thinking marathons that no one can sustain I'm shattering things from the bling of my pinky rings kin to Solomon controlling wicked demons leechin' in breathin'
In the realms of heaven and hell from the smell
Running all of earth since my birth knew this worlds was cursed
Leaning on a axis the fact is I'm sick of the bids tryna live everyday a struggle to see a new muscle and toggle how many sick of the troubles
Nation's put us through only a few see what I view politicians sticking us without a word to trust but say believe in us but wars involved see the cannon smokes another joke being told on us for shore too ******* been ready to die only for my energy to multiply shadow the universe and blow away the skies
Including the sun and moon sittin' as a spiritual heirloom as I consume the star dust becoming an antimatter custome
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
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