BoldWisdom outweighs the prices of gold
I'm tired of the same stories that told
About Jesus they say he can reach us
But I don't dig it cuz he left us
I see nothing but slaughter
And ****** out sons and daughters
Got homos making promos and expos
Then get mad if they *** you expose
**** is sick and twisted
Fools don't ever think realistic
So get off my biscuit
Truth hurts the soul
subconscoius
Mind out of control
Soon to fold while I got the world whole
On my shoulders problems growing big then boulders
Hot as folgers not in yo cup
Listen to the sound of my guns acting up
Cuz they outta line like behavior
We the poor folks in need of a savior
Resurrected poetry from the past century
Exposing lies gets you a penitentiary
Check the irony
The same folks they loved you
Put you behind bars glanced the stars
In the late night
three in morning demons taking flight
Untraceable knowledge
To be obtained
And everybody to focused on the legalization of Mary Jane
Forget that fool stop being a white sheep
Learned to be a Sheperd and guide the herd bond is the word
So use carefully mastered the art of chemistry
Never Chase the money
Because it's a reflection of self
Loosing your self up in wealth
Only to die with nothing to show
But family friends n foes
As ya casket lowered six feet belowBold
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 12:04 PM UTC
BoldWisdom outweighs the prices of gold
I'm tired of the same stories that told
About Jesus they say he can reach us
But I don't dig it cuz he left us
I see nothing but slaughter
And ****** out sons and daughters
Got homos making promos and expos
Then get mad if they *** you expose
**** is sick and twisted
Fools don't ever think realistic
So get off my biscuit
Truth hurts the soul
subconscoius
Mind out of control
Soon to fold while I got the world whole
On my shoulders problems growing big then boulders
Hot as folgers not in yo cup
Listen to the sound of my guns acting up
Cuz they outta line like behavior
We the poor folks in need of a savior
Resurrected poetry from the past century
Exposing lies gets you a penitentiary
Check the irony
The same folks they loved you
Put you behind bars glanced the stars
In the late night
three in morning demons taking flight
Untraceable knowledge
To be obtained
And everybody to focused on the legalization of Mary Jane
Forget that fool stop being a white sheep
Learned to be a Sheperd and guide the herd bond is the word
So use carefully mastered the art of chemistry
Never Chase the money
Because it's a reflection of self
Loosing your self up in wealth
Only to die with nothing to show
But family friends n foes
As ya casket lowered six feet belowBold
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