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little wings

Before my dark days in this world
I knew of things i cannot express by words
Things only captured by the heart
And through my pen i'll call

will tell me wherever I'll be
Am I defined by the moments I'm getting praised by Strangers only a moment
And walk around with ego believing that I was

But I will
No he can't yeah she can't 
But I will
Que made the beat by the way

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But I will 

Suburb swerving man I gotta watch

can try to break me but you'll never make me kneel
Make my hallucinations and my grind real
Messes up my head just to tell how it feels
Is the paranoia

Who gone keep it real, I heard they tryna kill me
Baby if I'm gone tomorrow
Just remember all the shit we've been through
I can't lie, I need you by

no be by slangs

No be by wither! who goes! leave am

We go transfer aggression, Opay or Kuda

Fly boy, for the streets, I full ground,

Hot boy if we

Yeah
If y'all got some weed
Roll that shit up
Yeah
Smoking all this pressure like I'm B-Real
I told em I'm a king bitch you gotta kneel
When I roll

reflective
Mirrors the human condition through narrative
This hand of god's dreams and nightmares akin
As their vacancy yet gnaws from within
All lexical paths

Where you first greeted by a welcome mat of mad hardships
We live the ghetto novel, the novelist never write about
Where them pistols with them hollows

the search of the final fix
She licks her wounds
Soon we shall behold witness to the scriptures of the ancients being foreshadowed by Unprecedented natural

me
It was the best feeling when I got the chance to leave
Kicked out at age eighteen
By your own father what's that supposed to mean
Was there no love

mourning brothers
Cause suicides robbing spirits
And little by little slowly
Get sunken in liminal spaces
Think of targets without the ball
Or an outlet

Dominant
Monolithic Monuments Erected For The Worshiper To Herd To
The Sheeple Kneel ct The Steeple cnd Burn
Books Discs cnd Dvds Hopin That He Will Return

The word is my sword and I fear no evil
We fight with them demons like day and night
No melody
Just like in rap they be little me
They right by the door but

Girl you know what you did is wrong
Got me on my kneels so long Yeah yeah
Tell me why the love so tough
Shey na crime say man dey fall for you nah

til I tap out
Feel it devour
Piece by piece your ego
Leave it bleeding out on the floor
Key unlocking the secret door
Snake hissing
You seek more

on motherfucken weed
Fuck I'm a young nigga, yeah, young nigga made of clean fucken oaten reed
If you made it you a G, said by those who never succeed
Internally

head
Been blown away by the Lord like dead leaves
I can't help it can't change what I been through
Don't you wanna know the truth?
What the root

William Wallace (Braveheart)

Grave Digger

The Clans Are Still Marching

I don't wanna be a hero
But I'll stand and never kneel
Freedom is well wort a dying
Come we'll fight with heart and steel
Beat the English

too sure
I thought you were the big man yeah 
But I don't really even know if you fuckin real
I look around and see a lot of people kneel
But those same

Any day, we could die
Everyday, we could fly 
Instead we insist on getting by 
Living out a lie
Makes me wonder why
You think you need more shit that

(Because she love off mih)
Just by the look ina she eyes
(Just by the look ina she eyes)
Mih know wah she like
(Mhmm)
Big dick
Delinquent with big drip
Cuz

will glow
O your love has gone but your not alone

And you'll find her at the fairground
At the end of the pier
Watching all the ships go by
With

The night is clear, the liquor is warm
The cases, in the back of the Ford
The Carolina mountainside had come to life
His pockets would be full by