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Oct 2023
Wonderin' why, i was placed on this earth,
Only to scream at birth,
Replays of my hearse, before i see my hearse,
Throw it in reverse,
Now i got mad years to rehearse,
Before i get a taste of the thirst,
death,
The bigger fear, is in the last breath,
Live right or die wrong,
Tryna figure out this song,
That Teddy played,
The melody, tryna feed me,
But i gotta corrupt energy,
From what the, media feeds me,
Envy seems to be me,
Naw it aint me,
Staring at the whole world scenery,
Hands tied, thinkin' am i bound, for a homicide,


Eyes close, as tears run down my cheek to nose,
Im thinking of those,
Who passed before me,
And ways of those ignore me,
Bonded, by evil necessities,
They say its necessary,
Cuz evil finds good,
And good loves the evil,
Devils and Gods been boxing,
For centuries, so i guess we made to be natural enemies,
Ate fermented fruit,
Off the trees of Edem,
So its hard for me to believe in,
The philosophy preached from the heavenly,
So i guess its just me vs me,
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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