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impoverished hell
Hell we just become it, you know
But if you dream it maybe you can be it
Listen

There's no obsession of success where I'm from
Kids mother

I don't gotta hate kid, I just gotta lay waste
Yea I saw your new shit, and I almost pressed play
But your homies cosigned me and you had to show hate

choices that last,
Like how the fruits of my labor come from a poisonous past?
We was just kids at the park, play with toys in the grass
And now the weed so

One I can't handle alone
Why I'm fearing how mom handle her tone, sandals come on, she struggle in pain
Her spirit bright as the sun, while she cuddle

wasn't finished, uhuh
My parents were kids with kids
Our relationship was different then
Same interests never paid dividends
Watchin' our chances dwindle

Y'all getting punished by a church kid
They blind like a person behind
A church hat make they heads lift
And I can see them all
Without a platform

crying in this life
My old girl called me baby boy
Sad to see my look on life is blinded as a thought
I Stevie Wonder why
Or when in life I had got lost

by and I'm only getting older
Three times the rate the
World only grows colder
If beauty isn't found in the eye of beholders
Blind if you don't see

In a world where we're all transparent
In a place where the only thing safe is never really apparent
Moms and dads ain't really parents
And the kids

I'm covered by angels
Seraphim illuminate halos
Don't run for the pesos
Just run your race
And keep the pace slow
Cause moving fast might have you

friends' skins, since he was lost,
Now his ashes sit in a box with his name embossed,
But that can't hold his spirit, he can't be contained,
Jeremy was like

a stanza to get you dancing by me
Escape reality my passion lies in fantasy
I don't need signs or the wonders too see the prophecy
Wonder what's happening

that food for the soul
Food for my thoughts
I need to eat the fruits of the spirit
Praying to God like do you hear it?
Trying to be like Jesus
See how it

watchin' your six
My God will get you outta that pit
Get you legit
Ey, I'm free now
Got hit by the devil this the rebound
Gotta get back at him, gotta be

tried to tie me down
Couldn't handle the kid
I do for self
Live the path meant for me to reap with no regrets
I live to be my best self
So you're left

man renewed I'm the spirit.
Covered by the blood of the lamb
Fill me with your goodness
Trusting nothing but the word of God
He cares, he's aware of all

The Man Upstairs

Mac Mall

The Macuscripts, Vol. 3

2005

war games, waitin' on the red don
And then they wonder why the kids do drugs
'Cause Uncle Sam don't show no love
We need the Man Upstairs

Now I

Strange fruit in the wind
Muted by humans that think they're
Superior due to skin color how fair is that
Especially if equality's where it's at
Way fair

He's a Know it all thought he's good
Thought he's great but he was showing off
Bad fruit God hates and he was running off
At his mouth nothing strange

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Just fuck with me son I got you
You said the path-
The path-
To hell was built by good intentions 
The path to hell was built on good intentions

right we’re failing
All the kids but they wonder
Why the kids rebelling
It’s designed for us to fail
No test to this and no
I’m not a saint I’m just

The way that I stated
I'm not intimidated
By these heavy weighted
Punks who need to be obliviated
Tlll they're eliminated
Before they're mother fuckin

about hip hop
Just like the kids on the block
Getting popped
By these white racist cops
Right in the middle of the parking lot
Just like that they take

to death
College park still in me
I wear that shit on my chest
It's not a flex
Yet I know some people impressed
By the way I handle opposition
Wonder why my