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By Arcassin B , soul S , Richard L.A SS : Bars on windows ,Bars on doors Metal ceilings ,Beveled floors Come in folks! There's lots of room! It don't matter it's a tomb... A prison cell of bone & hide You won't know Til you're inside... Here I am, I'm in the lobby Locked within a broken body Makes me want to scream & shout... I'm just dying to get out! There's the rub... just want to cry! To get OUT I have to DIE. There's just one way To be free. But I don't want to die, you see. I guess I'll stay & just be ME. AB : To posses more ,empathy, Weeping over dead bodies like the anniversary of 9/11, God bless each and every person in this world to live long and prosper, this is hostile, waiting on Jesus to descend to us and preach the gospel, there's not enough empowerment to help the weak, And there's not enough food here to feed the homeless, Not even enough friends around your child to see her smile and you always treat her like nothing so she thought her life was worthless, looked into the barrel of the gun And, POW!, Didn't even say her last words , not even a letter, you should have spoke to her, could have been a better nurturer. RLA : Living In the Projects. ... I learnt my name.... I learnt my fame... Living in the Projects.... Learnt how to skillfully write my name in lights.... All over the place. ... I was living in my own mind when it happened.... You.... Happened to Me... From where you came, I had No idea.... I was lifted up, above my feet... Don't leave me hanging ...... Around for too long.....
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Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 10:30 AM UTC
Rest Of Our Days (ft. SoulSurvivor & Richard Lee Anderson)
By Arcassin B , soul S , Richard L.A SS : Bars on windows ,Bars on doors Metal ceilings ,Beveled floors Come in folks! There's lots of room! It don't matter it's a tomb... A prison cell of bone & hide You won't know Til you're inside... Here I am, I'm in the lobby Locked within a broken body Makes me want to scream & shout... I'm just dying to get out! There's the rub... just want to cry! To get OUT I have to DIE. There's just one way To be free. But I don't want to die, you see. I guess I'll stay & just be ME. AB : To posses more ,empathy, Weeping over dead bodies like the anniversary of 9/11, God bless each and every person in this world to live long and prosper, this is hostile, waiting on Jesus to descend to us and preach the gospel, there's not enough empowerment to help the weak, And there's not enough food here to feed the homeless, Not even enough friends around your child to see her smile and you always treat her like nothing so she thought her life was worthless, looked into the barrel of the gun And, POW!, Didn't even say her last words , not even a letter, you should have spoke to her, could have been a better nurturer. RLA : Living In the Projects. ... I learnt my name.... I learnt my fame... Living in the Projects.... Learnt how to skillfully write my name in lights.... All over the place. ... I was living in my own mind when it happened.... You.... Happened to Me... From where you came, I had No idea.... I was lifted up, above my feet... Don't leave me hanging ...... Around for too long.....
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Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 10:30 AM UTC
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