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Nov 2023
Peace to the powers, that love to devour,
Powdered like flour,
Thoughts of rain, thoughts of sane,
Now they wanna mix like Tory Lanes,
But things ain't the same,
Kids ain't kids, tryna push em,
To an adult bid,
See me, I saw the light, no candles or wind pressure that ran through,
My temple, to gather a few,
Pieces of wisdom, left as a manuscript,
I think it was Psalms,
Illuminated palms, now I'm settin' off bombs like Saddam,
Baghdad cursed, off the illegal land grab, too many knives, that stabbed,
They way in, now scales is to heavy to weigh in,
Justice must be really blind,
They lock the innocent up,
And the evilness, seems to shine,
TVs, ruined in our society,
Went from verbal communication,
To speakin' through technology,
No apology, the families,
Ain't even got no more trees,
The branches is gone, all is wrong,
All I'm tryna do is, make a new song,




Went from photographs of ******,
To the Holocaust, painted pictures,
They act like slavery wasn't real,
Four hunnid, years with no appeal,
And they wonder still,  why we pack the steel,
In the hour of chaos,
I'm public enemy, I am the remedy, to the infested disease, please,
Don't fall for these, fake conscious woke society, quietly,
They be eyin' me, put a sty to the pyramid, the top is poison,
Carefully choose my position,
Linked up with good ambitions,
Check my puzzle, I'm stenclin,
Displayin', over ya brain,
The graphics is sane, grew out my mane, latter day Moses,
we got Guns and Roses,
Sweet child o mine, looking at my son, like yeah this is mine,
Sippin' on Ballontine, to ease my mind, thinkin', of how to get ahead, but they keep me behind,
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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