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Jun 2019
Huh take a brisk walk with me down the streets
Where the aves stay with full high heat
Im seeing suckas burn with no turn
At life see the knife was pain that drains
The ****** brain all blacks ain't the same
See the game ain't changed just maintained
By the madness that loves to lease fame
Most caught up under the strains
Fire up the hairy strangs of Mary Jane
Easin' my pain since I'm dead off
I coughed then I saw a holy loft
The streets was beautiful a time traveler
No leechin' enemies no beefs but greets
From brothers that look like me in a another reality
But back to this fake fantasy holdin' tragedy
Is destiny since my soul pent to flesh
It's nothing but a humans test no bless
Since I'm built off of a broken nest
it's so hard to manifest in this game of chess
Ponds on the front line while the Queens behind
Chillin' Along with the Rooks them colored coded crooks
Mad cuz i gave em ***** looks
Though I'm hellbound through hellshound
guarded by pains luxury and misery
I could use to company of many tittie's
But what will that do only give me a few
Moments of happiness but I'm tryna remain calm under the sun's mist
Cold fushion to my intuition so I can counter my covert
ambitions
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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