Lyrics:
It's too easy
No resistance
Without purpose
We rot
A pathetic reflection of the once human collection
Now society's soft and we lost our true
gone through my youth
Everything she wore (was)
Every everything she wanted
You like to take hearts like a collection
Like dresses for society parties
Blurb
Here is a collection of poems by the Russian poet and engineer Konstantin Voskresenskiy, who is known to Russian and English-speaking audiences
hits the low low
You real damn clown with no show
Get buried six feet mofo
Cause I run this rap shit solo
I'm causing mass attraction
Fast collection
em all if I could
Counting up my sneakers I got many pairs
Got my collection in the closet let's go up the stairs
Copped the new drop straight out
Love myself, but I hate myself when I ain't myself
Society make me wanna end myself, wanna take myself
I been trying to make shit work for us, but I
Yeah, I think it shows a form of weakness
And society doesn't allow that
And all they ask is
How you gon increase the peace, when the peace decreased
Jodeci (Do you wanna Just Stay!)
And get your sexual protection
Or I'ma have your head in that played out rapper's collection
(2 Bigg MC)
Just like
with the tears of sorrow, I quite enjoy it.
I was never meant to belong.
Odd shaped pieces never fit the puzzle of life society's built on.
So here I sit
mouths are smothered
Self destructive society
The price that it means to me
I'm not seeing anything
I'll slaughter the deceit
Grey overcast in the sky's
Jewels are a collection of royal regalia, including the coronation crown, sceptre, and orb, which are on display in the Jewel House. The White Tower is
he's tall
This is reality mixed with society
Families tored apart but this tearing apart was hard
Stand and askin' where is God, don't you try to play
running muthafucka
in the dust, cought up in the ghetto tradegy
that makes a nigga to fall, unless he's tall
this is reality mixed with society
families
collection
Pharmaceuticals problematized and business their monastery
Fraudulent apothecary, it's manslaughter, voluntary
Who the fuck you think went
When your body goes stuck
And you know that you up
All you gotta do is call him, G.O.D. his name
Passive aggression
Pass the collection of plates
'head
Now I'm five years to thirty, chillin with a bald head
Eighty-eight keys got me puttin off college
The way I was born makes me society's hostage
of the society's judgement
They told me the way that I fuck does not function
They told me of one love that's sadomasochistic
Another love shown to hide lies so
regulations
But believe we preaching it to every nation
Keep stacking in the hood
Wallet my collection plate
Pass it around for greenly goods
Watch out for
collection
Brought to the curator's attention
She invited members of society
To accompany her for afternoon tea
In Torquay a popular resort
The replies in
the nexus goes
Collection Consciousness sees above and below
Knowing your opponent is real talk
Just ask Pac
He said befriend your enemies
Watch your
a nigga to see
Trilateral begun kurk
Political murdering, do the gun work
Chasin'
To replace the hell
Into a jail cell
Society, don't want you in they
MC's drop now they part of my fall collection
Dementia earth burners while Earth sinks further into servitude
Hollow UFO's is comin in
And bill
generational quests
Family society, both of em kicked us out the nest
Do your best cause the world accepts nothing less
Seen children beaten for the grades they
the
Tension
Invention
Of a cool collection
Drooled as sections
Of the cake traveled on plates
Across states to mates at fast rates
Mailin' for a rebate
Debate
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