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broken"
When I looked at myself I saw
A man who was too far gone
A man who could not be saved
But God smiled and raised me from the grave

I talk 2 God

yeah)
I'm from the trenches, they write with the FN (woo)
The guns are drawn, ain't doin' no sketches

Me and Ameen was preachin' the King
This dude

never find me

Look
Make no mistake I'm going for great
Aiming to do better, getting more cleaver, more meaner
I'm sent from the Gods the S is my letter
I

of the greatest, Malcolm X mentality
Never fake a smile to the whitest teeth
Straight from the mud, was ducking like Letter c
Trying to get on my feet, dust won't

of the greatest, Malcolm X mentality
Never fake a smile to the whitest teeth
Straight from the mud, was ducking like Letter c
Trying to get on my feet, dust won't

ask about my day, I asked the same, he won’t admit it 

Say life’s good, gods great, made me feel lifted 
Till we drop em in his grave, now it feel like

Planned it all out day by day
Snapshots of moments had changed my ways
Time blinded by our adolescence
We're restless instrumentalists
Cruisin' all alone
No

Decide the day is over
Hang it on your shoulder
Hoping that you could notice
Okay, let's go, I was posted by my grave
Hey, bae, come lay with me, like

a branch from someone with a strong mind
Lend your hand out, I don't see none
Guess I'm by myself until I see some
Just anything even an opinion
Just to help

all shoot
And that's by any means
Seventh letter in the alphabet, I been a G
A pint of red in a pop look like grenadine
I know some niggas off Turner,

we speak to be of you
Not anything to condemn
To hold or to bind
But to be led by your divine Holy Spirit
A shooting star
So that we can all achieve

from a feather,
Lost some men to guns suicide and sets some of my fam in drugs they nine to five for the pipe
They lost they way on the rise
I think they

calling it quits
Well if it is, just know I gave my all for this shit

If I die, I'm comin' back from the grave, so don't forget it
When my spirit hits you

of grave
You and I are gonna live forever when I get drunk
Writing love letters, the texts, sippin' on the red
I thought it better to confine to the DM's

waiting for your apology letter
Guess the pony express is having trouble with supply lines
If it's all about the timing
Then this time can you mean it

Another phone call from my road dogg
Locked up in the pen
And I can't wait till he get free
So we can kick it again
Shoot him a couple shots so he

a big fat letter
To let them know that this fucker is gonna do better
So then I had the time to wait for November
To recall everything on a laptop from

Dead Body Disposal

Necro

Street Villains, Vol. 1

discovered by mistake
Drop it as far from shore as possible otherwise it'll pop up at low tide or 
be seen by some fisherman's opticals
Distributing! Body

shackled by these fetters and chains 
Anything left to say's for the letters engraved 
On my tomb stone my platoon knows my dyin' wishes if I 
Decide to risk

And if I do I'm afraid that I might find my grave, yeah
I can hear what people from the sidelines say
And it's affecting how I think now my mind might

drones get past her
Making sure I'm not spied upon
By prying eyes of an avian pawn

Acting like a bird bird bird
The thoughts absurd-surd-surd
Reagan

Lord Jesus, I make you my personal Lord and Savior
I believe that on the cross
You died then right on the third day you rose from the grave
Now I'm

lyricist, lyricist of the year, huh

Old statements, verses deciphered by code breakers
Labels awarded them plagues that's gold plated
I'm murder with no

the letters, the space age postponed, thanks to inclement weather, face the facts or jade the connections fabricated, and agitated, like a master made it,