Diary pg.2

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What can I say? Another day round the Sun
Moving inch by inch
The millimeters scrubbed
In specific places they still leave a body hung
Fire dry my tears, silver ashes on the ground
Sickle of death, follow like them peta niggas hunting tigers swept
Back swing Will(i am)
I am that he say He is save my pigment
Hazel Scott
No Webley, niggas ambidextrous
They could blow your mind
Cassie Howard copulation
Cagey with my light, circle measured with a set square
Up, Rather dodge the fight
We've been set up
Still our heads up, still I'd pick a fight
I've been fed up
Feeling like its time
Rather bite the bullet
But it's God at the wheel

Hash brown shaped like noodles', ask me how you feel?
Take a sip of that, nigga how you feel?
Here's a moon rock, treat it like its penicillin
Artificial atmosphere, purple for your gills

Sorry I was late, couldn't catch You as you falling
I was never brave, not until I tried the Molly
Mapped out on that day, caught the powers off the Perkins
Willing it to fate, dodging doctors in deathology
Leaving trails of anguish
Tracer pack, the problems pile on me
Laundry stank apart
But it come with merit, gold in me
That explains
All the beeps at the airport
In every room you one of one
Put that on repeat, only way your mind grow strong is changing what you feed it
Starting from a fetes, you done had the power
Pedestal the wisdom of the Ancients that I seek
Only to the ones who see
Vibrating off the spectrum
Do you believe it?
I be seeing niggas undead
I be seeing demons
Used to Zoom on mopeds
Numbing all my feelings
Swear I wish you'd go there
Giving me a reason
Speaking of a reason, I was
Riding shot gun, homie said you tweaking

Hash brown got the noodles', ask me how you feeling?
Take a sip of that, nigga how you feeling?
Here's a moon rock, treat it like its penicillin
Artificial atmosphere, purple for your gillies
Cham pain been what's popping like the blikis and the wheelies
Stuck up at the party, where you see a smoking victim

What can I say?
She was blowing on my trumpet
Seen her through the haze, she was
Drugging up that woman
Candy from the bay, niggas calling her exotic
Dangling on her chest, is a star it ain't that lucky
Damn I' just soo lucky
Thank God that He got me
Live in this Jumanji, only see me in the lobby
Something like ethereal the guidance system homing
Light up for the homies
Tryna smoke with Mario, recording with Yo Gotti
Then invest in hockey
Sliding on the ice
Sliding on the ice
Eckhart got it wrong, niggas do it for the ice
Fortified, pumping lead and brawn
For the ice
Start a winter Strom, they don't care if it ain't bright
Hopping on the Boeing so I'm really outsight
404 knowing what I'm knowing catch a flight

What can I say? Another day round the sun
Moving inch by inch
Got incisions on my thumbs
Gapping at the G Wagon, I'm not one to covet
Buy five for my father then he really know I love him
I know hella niggas with no momma or no daddy
Picture vin diesel but a nigga with no family
Telling me he solid, got the burner from Miami
Told him we can talk about it where there ain't no camera's
Conquering the Atlas
That's just what they taught us
Tell me not worry but hakuna where's the promise?
Plus they killed my nigga
Don't know how to process
God said trust the process, at this point there ain't no flopping
Loosing ain't an option
Loosing ain't an option
Had to say it twice, dodged the Siamese at the function

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