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not in my cell
See the demon they looking, they want me in hell
Man I'm locking myself like I'm stuck in a shell
You cannot get me out, gon need

caught in this shitstorm
Of multiple waves and multiple streams
Turned to be full of traps
Turned to be full of tricks

The ugly, the beauty
The bad,

to eat
People you know no pain
Like the scars unclean stains
Of a child whose parents don't even know they name
Where is the love he's got multiple names

clowns
No taking less not giving more
Not letting you in, i'm locking my doors
Packing my clothes, packing my bowls
Take a big hit, fly the ozone
Couple

as smooth as a trombone 
Or sax getting blown
Reverse engineer a career
Raised to be a doctor or an engineer
Fuck that jazz, I took a path unclear
Multiple

am I waiting for
Cut away for goodness sakes deep cuts
Heavy handed (blood)
A multiple rumbling in my brain
Like somebody just crash landed
Fuck it's

the ambition
Locking on to people, without really any suspicion
The doubt plays a part of being broken again
Can't handle it
Making up reasons for failure
But

they stuck in a maze
Can't meditate their ways out the gates of hell there was the jakes
Locking beating our a** up like we was late
For school
N*****

life should star in a movie

Borderline crazy for dealing with niggas
Demons I know who real and who scheming for many multiple reasons

I was victim

you took a food pill
Yeah
I'm on the drop
Zoning the area now why would you stop
Aye
We gonna pop
Showing the barrier, locking paper bombs
Aye
Kunais in

can eat's a stress
and who knows when nausea will go away
I'm full before I take a bite
'Cause TMJ is locking tight
low-fod diet's too strict to stay

I've seen him multiple times
And every time I see his face, he looks like somebody died
No, I don't know what else to think, except for fucking despise

comrades
No matter what age
Wipe away the tears
Locking horns with lady
Death grabbing fear by the jaw
Today's not the day babe
Backing off into the light

like I'm Joy Boy
Smiling like I'm Joy Boy
In the City i'm rocking like (Huh? What?)
Multiple Drums i'm gone move to my beat
Got that crew raising Bread

they breath I haven't been niggered
But I can still hear it
Ain't seen the confederate multiple red flags
Hands up if you can still feel the spirit

together). My minds on constant replay (back when we were together).
A video so clear to me. A story that’s so hard to see. With multiple afflictions old