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Can't fuck with these monkey ass niggas I am not Dora
Christopher Columbus in her ocean imma explore her
Clutchin up I be coming back by the 4th

a conversation
A cycle on repeat can curse a generation
You're not willing to adapt, for your daughter or your son
You might win some but yo, you really lost that

God’s VIP by Willie Larry Griggs
Hook:
I declare and I decree
What he did he did for me
I repent and I believe
Now I’m God’s 

Verse 1
before we get

my time
You waste my life and all that's mine
For a fool who caused all this dismay

Rage is building up
In waves it overcomes
Sword out, drawn out
By

and
Now we trying to get it on, I'm
Hypnotized by what I see
Everytime she takes it off
Wounded by the choice to leave, these
Vicious cycles never stop, I'm

Dying inside from being empty
Convinced myself that no one loves me
The absence is screaming loudest when I'm by myself with my thoughts

find myself trapped within
A cycle of alibis
(Woken up) By the grass flowing across my skin
(I stand and run) Through this endless field of sin
(Given

bleed

Trapped inside stuck in a cycle
Beaten, endlessly by a drunken psycho
She grabs a brick as he pulls on her hair
Blood splatter from his lifeless

clowns
By the way, who the hell is that
That is Mr. Marcia, our explosive
Ordnance expert. If it can be Blown up, he can do it
Damn straight and your new

your daughter
Would you let her suck me
If Jesus were your son
Would you kill him for sport
Or is it cause of skin tone
So many lives are cut short
Or is

on it's route
Far away it is called quietude
It's passing by although I wave my hands
Is this the time - where it ends?

The cycle of the sun finds it's end

look in the mirror
I'll rather die than just live in fear
I want to get rich with all of my niggas
By now I should hop on a mother-fucking porsche
I keep

repeating the cycle
Stay strong build ya vital
Cause we go gotta long fight
Man it's all about survival
I'm a keep marching on with my chest poked
Cause if

a curveball
the universe is Cy Young, never incurs balks
strike by umpire, it's God, Devil's on third
shortstop: Psych, observe score
go cool off, we're through

Legs sprain in a ditch

I know that you're fake
I know that you're not okay
I know you want me by your side
I already told you to rest in peace
I have

We set the standard as bosses none less
So the mission is go get it by any means
And we gone stand on that
Bra we tryna change this shit for

a chosen son thats where im from
Niggas living by the gun, you only dying by the noose
With our back against the wall plus all this pressure on us too
They

saw me, I was young and free
And I'm still that kid in cycles, but I'm growing and I'm liable
To lose sight of simple dreams and fantasies
So I went up

was a hedge fund
Sonically I feed you then I dip
With the setting sun
Born my parents’ second son
First one with a fighting chance
Threw it all away

Sneaky little
Man-made sucker punch
Fooling around
With the printer's son
You and me fit each other
Like a glove
Fit each other
Like a glove
Hiding

I know most man never had a dad
But I had mine
I play my part but they make out like I'm a bad guy
I've never been involved by I had gang ties

I was a horrible big brother and son to my mother
Due to me becoming a drug lover the young puffer
I cut school to smoke bud then graduated

I pray everyday..
But I think I'm losing my faith, by the moves that i make. But I’m choosing my fate, but if I sedate, tell the world I was great

Hood bible 

Lord forgive my sins 
For all I’ve been since 
Ghetto cycle just make us grown in all your battles
Them niggas fighting ,hustling for