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Sep 2020
Say everything's alright but my sight ain't too bright
Looking at the plight black race stay on the fights
Fist clenched in the corner holding tight hard to place right
In front of wrong so I christen the **** to keep me on
Head strong watch the gong death bells still hung rung  
On my brains cellular device must be nice splitting Christ
Saw many images blemishes fools love to **** this but this
Heat too strong to out the burn stay in turns curve along
Beats to the groove of the song so many follow along
Its a hood thang memoirs of backlash boomerangs
Still remember the days as Kangz in Egypt before slaveships  
Words of us written on walls like bathroom ***** stalls
Still standing tall and I'm alright still on a quest for might


While mama's slaving in the kitchen I'm still pitching
Heats for eats in the streets but the beefs is too raw saw
The eyes of a brother dusted not to far dropped his claw
Grim reaper faced me now I just see he's an imagine of me
It's crazy am I dreaming or living promised broken givings
Thanks everyday I'm tryna dodge the shanks of the banks
Life signs crime time it's all by design keep in mind
Roosevelt said it himself then they oust his health wealth
Only for my ment-al **** the materials I focused imperials
Imput the fed serials
Now I'm free once I  trained my crown chakra to reality
Sitting no longer as a casualty now they label me insanity
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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