Lyrics:
Consequences creed turn to sin
Patiently waiting for me to stop
Grab the spoon from my hand what I want
Save me from my own worst fears
The lie I always see
planning" her own Pearl Harbour and a holocaust spanning 25 years to the rest of her life. A prison my country underwrote in paradise. And in the shadows
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Whites, blacks, thugs, bums, all up for drugging I've been oppressed by my own race
Cause I didn't agree with how they operate On the day to day,
Never had the chance you thought you could
Running all the while with no escape
Turning all that pain in to blame and hate
Living on your own by
A hope in which he does not believe
Enclosed in his own prison
Scarred by what he’s missing
Life that I life
Is no good to give
Bare to the core
I can do
can't you help me
Inside, a Hollow much like my own
Earless self-portrait, unspeaking drone
Unmoving hands strengthen my work
Could you die for me if
Dementia is my tool
Diseases are my gifts
Distress is programmed in your intellect
Accept it
You are prisoners of a reality shaped by your own consciousness
robbin' and killin' my own kind, Lord forgive me
blinded by this life of crime, God somebody hear me
since the death of my momma, my life is filled with
in Fendi
A$AP, my niggas with me
Niggas be talking that bullshit
Your main bitch said I look gorgeous
What I spent on my chain, that's your
same cats
That owned them ships
Yes
Its a business
Butslavery was too
Prison industrial complex
New slavery lookin to own you
Ownin the labels ,
Yes
Its a business
But slavery was too
Prison industrial complex
New slavery lookin' to own you
Ownin' the labels, stations, jails and cemeteries
mind
These walls ever changing
Twisting corridors contortions of thought
The horrifying realization that this prison of the mind by my own hand was
Testing poison in prison population
My occupation to stop the inauguration of Satan
Some claim that it was Reagan, so I come to slay men
Like
in ya favor and that's fine by me
Any rapper on stage pick a fight with ya man, and I'm a show you
I'm a thriller with this mic in my hand
(I get
to own
Up to ya', couldn't get through to ya'
Now I'm writing this song to allude to ya'
Brown hair, 5'9 with some nice eyes
Stuck by your side
While I do
the rejection
Blinded by misconception
Torn in two by my perception
The world underneath my feet
Is a prison to me
Of which I can't break free
Captive by my
I'm planting the seed of the family tree
By my hand, minds are freed
Not a man, I'm a creed
I am the voice that beckons
Pharaohs unto their doom
to show ‘em right
I used to be the dark child
But now I glow at night
I keep a Omelly by my
Side because we both alike
Try and keep that nigga out the
Field
Stuck in my head
I've been on my own
Through nights so cold
Got this by myself
I didn't need no help
Stuck in my head
I've been on my own
Through
church
To fill the soul
Of our own individual
It’s natural
You’ll know we’re so amicable, say!
One, two, three
Bonded like the holy trinity
It’s the vows
captives in some prison
Yeah we captives in your prison
Talking all in vain cause I know you wouldn't listen
Can't believe you took our own flesh and blood
is not all right
And if I could tend to my own garden
I'd be fine
currency
Your own body mangled by the green
Shifting psyches try to count back from ten
Breath the gas and shake hands with your end
Green needle
Green
the price of life
Yeah, look
I wanted the girl that was super official
I found my standard superficial
Cause behind the glamour was
Some super issues
And I
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