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juvenile, goin' out like a menace
Chillin' on the set, I see a big dope dealer
Hearing voices in my head sayin' kidnap that nigga
Hands all bloody 'cause I'm

Children's Poem

Ursula Rucker

Ma'at Mama

who are fiending
Mama's boyfriends who are creamin' in their pants for little girls kisses
Little boys' hands to hold
Endangered, so unloved
Some

the angels
as they sing, "Holy, holy is the Lamb"
Heaven's choirs in harmony
lift up praises to the Great I Am
But He lifts His hands for silence
when

dope supplier
Straight outta hell
And I'm the maestro of this fucking choir
2017 might turn me to a mass shooter
Pull a drive-by while I'm hangin'
Out

his feet in the condo living posh
Squad pulls up all he see is red dots
Hands in the air you’re under arrest
Other man layed back thinking he blessed

Heaven's Arms

Game

Jesus Piece [Best Buy Exclusive]

2012

rolling this kush, she coughing and shit
Freak bitch named Jada love the LOX, I got her talkin' to Kiss
Got my hands behind my head, now she all in

Heaven's Arms

Game

Jesus Piece

2012

kush, she coughing and shit
Freak bitch named Jada love the LOX, I got her talkin' to Kiss
Got my hands behind my head, now she all in the splits
Dick

the Lord
Over ya head 
Like u raising the forks
Don't give it up 
I'm a take it by force
I was raised in a war
I'll bang on ya corpse
Hands in the sky
Like u

about tonight is I got you here by my side
I lay down and close my eye, but anxiety is where I reside

All I want to know is how does everyone feel safe

the dread my parents would have had if I had died instead
How about my son asking why his dad's in a casket
Finding out it was part of a plan by his own hands

American boys
Named Perry and Dick
Who will spin the thread of life
And who will determine the span
And who will cut the thread?
Knife in hand

Perry Smith

belonging to you and your hands
Your demise wasn't sweet you were swept off your feet far out weighed by a mass much greater than you
The hall way splashed in

friends, we can all be friends……
'Everybody clap your hands, clap your hands for all the children in the world, lets share this moment forever, nobody can

Way to Florida with my ho in Pensacola
Ain't too far from Georgia
I like to fuck her on the
Beach right by the water in Tampa Bay
Ain't no brave in them

about man
Life's a beautiful bitch
Cuz time always
Got a way to fix
All of this shit
My sister doing good
Got a couple cribs in Miami
My brother married

Yeah Yeah Cassidy and I ain't
In no mutha fucking gang but I'm a mutha
Fucking gangster real rap

I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy
Coke by the key boy

a preacher lyin
Sayin God don't love me if I don't tithe
I need real help in a real season
I need real faith in a real Jesus
I'm hanging on by a thread though

switch lanes
Low key miss lames
Lay hands heal lames
Give sight to blind watch em all switch frames
Cartier vision now
Boujee with my faith so sue me now

point in the movie
Y'all way too broke to be out here acting bougie
Jrod said I saved his life that shit was deep for me
I can't be questioning myself

Behold the Messiah, who's risen, ascended
To the right hand of God, no higher position
He came on a mission, by His own volition
Took on the form

himself a Remnant
A Mass Brigade
And that's Us
To die is gain
So don't hush
What's in his hand
They can't touch
All in his time
So don't rush
We must

Smokinoken: 

Minutes, decades, they all moving the same
Yeah You would need a million hands to point the blame
The power on the clocks add a mass

up, all you gotta do is dance
Feel the beat love, all you've gotta do is dance
Dance with me"

Now the devil thanks God and he's on his way
Skip in

the sky and I said, look, look

But there was not a speck to be seen

But there's water nearby

There is a man, standing in a field

Leans on his hoe,