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Sep 2018
Faking this illusions slowly
infusing
I'm ahead of me see the dimensions circling
Around me but I can't see
My thoughts braille from all the hell that I've inhale
Moving at a pace of a snail o well
There's goes another tale
A Dead ***** laying in the streets stiff on the concrete
Im obsolete even though it's a a constant repeat
Of the same scenery deaths peepin' me
From an eagles view only a few
could scope out my view
Layin' plans on the battlefield feelin' like Johnny Gill
My my my eyes focused towards the sky
See a glare of a starlight child born in the wild
reachin' for miles
Away a galaxy to where the black homies be
I'm talkin' mothers brothers sisters and others
Of Carbon coded pigment this ain't a segment
Just a statement to a hidden
testament
Somethin' for ya mood to be sent
To a higher celestial
Where no repent goes undone still remember them cons leechin'
demons
Laid on the Earth masses peep through the devil's glasses
a heartbeat
A rise in the fires creek where's the lost souls weap
Comin' back with a vengeance
Initiate war intelligence in due diligence
I keep my distance make enemies hesitant
Plant my mind full of acres shake away from the undertaker
A Demi God rollin' out hard say we weak? Cuz I'm against all
odds ?
So suckas better hold ya guard I'm taking charge
As a black man check my rampage rages
Cuz it's the Diary of a mad mannnn


Peepin' the game through a peep
hole
I try to find peace with my people
but all I see is evil cuz that's all we seem to know
Take another hit of the hydro to let my mind flow
As my intellect glows from the rhymes poured
On a sheet of paper I be the rappin' Vega
Slashin' by the pounds standing on shaky ground
Knockin' out clowns who ain't down bound to drizzown
In cement shoes now ya mama singing the blues
told you I'm a short fuse waiting to blow
I got the Charlie Parker itchiness cuz I ain't feelin' bliss
Let the lyrics ******* critics who ain't feelin' this
I take a stance they may loose me a chance
Cuz I'm an angel and devil's don't dance
In the ring of fire born killer so I guess it's my desire
To set the track back on fire broke the wire
So I can't plug into my amplifier
Still reachin' for higher
Learning from the **** I'm burning
Broke me out of darkness clever once the rhymes manifest
None could test the best so **** your stress
I gotta stay ahead of me cuz sometimes I'm my own enemy
Livin' out my diary I already answered life's inquiries
Still peepin' from a distance so many claim they innocence
Once the guns click now you in serious ****
I reminisce like my Uncle Doug back when he packed a 9 or a slug
And drug
A ***** back in the military service my thoughts shakin' but I ain't nervous
Just planning like plots waiting for them to serve us
I got an army surplus huh sittin' in my black truck
Take a walk with me through the depths of my diary
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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