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Oct 2021
Folks love to stick their pain
Into your veins,
And they hope there social drug invested lives dope you up,
Misery as now the new money, it can buy you alot of stocks,
Of self victimization, blaming everyone but
Yourself for your problems,
They smile in your face, say they are you friend to the end,
And what they really want, is a temporary fix, a new dog for tricks,
Then we survey their behavior, you see they go around loop holes,
Trying to get validation so they can feel good,
They are about to self destruct,
They are so fake they think of themselves
As being real,
Then when someone gives, them something not familiar, with their liking,
That's when they go into attack mode, that's the only thing they know,
Cant own up to responsibility, so they find
Ways to stick you,
And make it seem like you're part of problem,
It never un amazes me, how people show their colors without showing them,
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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   Khaab
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