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May 2020
How many tears shed over casket peers adhere
Death has no ears but presence is feared appears
Friendly as Casper the ghost dope hooks the most
From coast to coast see the minds of most close
To something they believing streets don't be grieving
I see shadows of others pain painted like Van Gogh
Vincent see the bank rolls of stress brought by false happiness
I rather spend wisdom up my mental kingdoms
Sippin' whiskey stay pissy and tipsy dollar bills crispy
Wasted on books of legal crooks most overlook
Black law I'm living my life raw speak from my maw
Only the real that travels like smoke from the steel
Emotions ready to peel back the layers of feel
Heartbreak hotel see the world still tryna heal swell
Carousel of burial cards of get well another day stale
Well we can't find peace in the valley of the feast


Spread my wings let me fly away to conscious place
Block toxic waste so my mind can't taste haste
Keep it sewed like Manhattan Chase erase
The tears shed from mother Earth see her hurt
Pain domains nothin but mankind stains drained
From gods reign can't find out who's really Kang
Or Queen siblings of stars chilling as Jupiter rings
Yo I be with the alien force of course til I'm corpse
No casket no cremations I'll be just in divinations
Ridin' Elijah's fire wave paths of Enoch craves
Folks only interested in saves of self no behaves
They still slaves tryna slide the slickΒ Β wicked glides
Gloomy souls makes for dark portals harness
By greed indeed instincts of subconscious greed



See the treasures bleed I'm God lost ******* child
Even through Mayfield eyes he saw me running wild
Still tryna smile but hells all around blaze crowns
Waking up the Paimon out of me a Damien clayman
Only for display until my souls risen flesh tucked away
And the false feels of missing me is spread
Obituary lies for money wise and ties disguise
Only for the sickened souls with a dim glow
Only tell ya what ya need to know rap artist po'
Michaelangelo with the word halo see the dough
Baking haters be mad shaking hands undertaking
Say the love you but be the main ones shanking
Ya thoughts and moves bust a new groove smooth
As ever endeavor money only clean always sever
Business over pleasures perform measures
Past a sinisters route let me wisdom of God remains stout
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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   MS Anjaan
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