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Jul 2021
Check it, 1986 I was made in the 1985 mix, December, 9th months later,
Til September, yo I remember, crying into the earth, sinful tears, the world hears,
Another baby, invoked with fears, I couldn't see the pain that was near,
Taxes to corporate, sure to get they licks, my parents failed me quick,
Got ****, I gotta make moves quick, its grimy, playing for keeps,
In the street life, tryna stay away from heat, so I embrace the heart of the cold,
Look at everyone as a foe, while lighting my cigarillos, it's hard to chase to glow,
Friends by what we know, see you grow, they quick, to puncture ya mental,
Saw tyson in his prime years, studied his moves by, his combo spears,
Dont believe everything you here, the folks they say they want the best,
Out of you, they really just testing you, to see where they could glue,
Ya pride to a wall, wait for ya downfall, in the end they was on very call,
Ringing from these demons singing, every day new harms is bringing,
Us to hate each other, while they politics with colors, sisters to brothers,
Wake up, and the real yo stop being apart of the scenario, racism let it go,
Midday martyr, I'm feeling smarter, up my energy, every third quarter,
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
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