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Sep 2018
Still chasing broken ropes tryna elope to somethin' I can't cope
Dope pushed in the streets for high heat
Of police beats us til we loose teeth Rodney Kings
Trayvons to Martin who many start in?
Wars scared of an uprise ain't no saprise
The way they see my eyes rise realize baptized
By the sunrise then again once the sun sets in
My minds circling can't out run em the guns stay
Attached to me and my enemies see the wind breeze
We move like coke Columbian ki's from birds to bees
I gotta keep a low steez watch out for the monster aid disease
Increasing all over many folks dying no many realizing
The game that's being played by the invisibles marinets
They poisoning us from food to drugs we just a silhouette
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
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