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watch the morgues fill

Don't think this affliction
Is absent from our shores
With five a day fresh fallen
It's a fact we can't ignore
Commissioned

I'm writing to you again
You are my long lost friend
I'm wondering how you're doing anyway
I wonder if it's alright
If you sit by my side
I'll walk

to tame
How do I fight back
Can't stay in my own lane

Looking to the left
Looking to the right
Fighting a war but there's
Nobody by my side
Attack my heart

the dead
I can't live without to grace oh God
Your Spirit sets me free
Cause when Im numb confused by sin
Please stay close to me
You promised me and that
Is

familiar he sits right beside you
The road that leads to hell is paved with good intentions
It's driven by our own afflictions
Please forgive me forgive me
I

I don't read books so much right now
I find the silence is too loud
And though the words come off the page
There's too much room to misbehave
One

bars
Not pavement or concrete but bitch I'm going hard
Gotta live by the... cuz my life is bizzare
Growing some seeds but I'm not on a farm
Don't want no

soul
So now my heart is breaking on its own
Shattered into pieces with nowhere to go
This heart will never be our home

Through these trials I had

To get out of this mess I made
With you being by my side
There's no feelings that I need to hide
Sitting on the edge of a roof
Thinking about telling

unless the bullet fly
Niggas know I'm never hesitating, they was talking shit but now they meditating
"Fire power" turn to "sayonara" This is real life not

show you you can be someone that you admire
That when God is by your side they can't even deny ya
And I apologize if I'm preaching to choirs
Never upset

you know everything is true
But everything ain't for everyone so keep this between me and you
No wedding bells, no wedding dress, no wedding ring in

money but it got all invested
Is it still a fair transaction if I keep all the extras
Money crammed inside my shoebox like I'm playing Tetris
If I ball it

the whole entire universe
This is Royal Cortez, and I better see all you shake

on my whiskey sour
Get that bread is my mantra, my motto
You would know that if you followed my staccato
Niggas think I'm phased by their false sense

cold got these niggas anemic, yeah
Number no Etc's
Go hard indeed
I do it for the bag, no taming me
You nigga my mini me's not enemies
I get this shit by

And I can't make a hare out of this tortoise
Which is why I promised God I ain't duckin' in anything
If there's shit I'm still runnin' from
And why I keep

Whatever she want I got it
She sit on my face now she Cuming
Yea
Get up and get to this money
We run up them digits
We came from the bottom
We counting them

Hiding problems can lead in time to heartbreak, disaster
What began as escaping life is now your master
In its grasp and step by step you're trapped,

nobody should
Camping, with my son

We'd set up our camp, start up a fire
Cook us a meal, as the flames rose higher
Camping, with my son

Now my son is

project anymore
I wanted each song and mixtape
To feel complete and one hundred percent to my likings
This new unreleased project is my interpretation

this is the end
Looking forward to the day
I'll know everything's okay

lame

It's like a student trying to teach masters
I'm analyzing my life by each chapters
Is that the way you treat bastards
With that sweet laughter. Man

I've been a fucking asshole
I got my lawnmower now they feeling rattled
Ima get this kill like a satchel, apple
In my hand but I never bit it
I stay