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Jan 2022
Hard to count the tears falling from the sky, steeping on the questions of why?
We must all die, born to fry, I might as well ride it out til I get a taste of pry,
Out the darkness, into some eternal light, it's hard to keep the temperature bright,
When everybody wanna be in ya light, families use to be real close,
Now I gotta treat everyone like a ghost, I still got a smoke the most,
We blaze weeds with no seeds, lung stamina, so high potency is in need,
Bleed, plethoras of wisdom, ripped off of heavens Torah, you can't ignore tha,
Brother with the broad shoulders, black suit, cane and the fedora, peep the aurora,
My jewels never lie, sometimes I question where will my body eternally lie,
Forever in a century, or a daze, still amazed at the folks planted, in they own ways,
Sinner men, mated since the earth was cursed, I crushed the corporate thirst,
Now all them ******* in a hearse, I feel no pain for those who move greedy,
Quicker than McGraw, so call me speedy, linked with my gangsta Nefertiti,
We change the scenery, from sun up to sun down, let the guns blaze rounds,
High noon, duelist laying out bets, to those tryna send out them death threats,
We don't forget, we too deeply rooted, turn the **** up, bass deep and acoustic,
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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