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you KruXal

So here the hell I go, and I'm trying my best not to fake it
Took every effing ounce of strength in me to just finally make it and feel

the fuck down
I got more to cuss out all I've ever had was a fantasy
To make rapper's heart rates increase rapidly
Mic tenacity sweet as apples be from

of Jesus, then i Bible whip em 
so if you wicked make sure you still steppin 
and my Bible might remain a concealed weapon 
see, prayer is how my text spit,

zone
But I can’t help to think that maybe I was wrong
Have I been trash all along?
So I post on social media
Like that’ll make it easier
Try to get some

testing me
Niggas really wanna see
Oh noo
If I had to bet then I bet on myself
Martingale in the stealth
Half of you niggas on shelves
I make a hit by

They say I'm blessed with a gift and that'll get me by
Soon as I make it out this shit them haters wonder why
Ignorance is the main reason why I stay

to dust!

Killing is my way
Fire burn away

I was taught
Death
Poem cannot say

God created you
This is what he knew

Never give up
More than what makes you

vault
So I'm 2nd guessin 
Will I ever make it
Thoughts of dying crossed the mental
But I never take it

This my gospel
Speaking truth
Speaking truth like

Aye the way I got out, the truth I will tell
They're turning the poor folk all out of Hell
This to make room for the rich wicked race
For there is

and count dough by the mill's
That's real. I ride the wheels till' they fall off
Sittin still wit a sawed-off ready to blow a arm off
Oh, Lord! You don't want

will be tried by fire
So make sure that it’s golden

needs to be a balance pouring bars by the gallon stacking them like pallets I can say anything in a sentence this how theraputiq makes his entrance bask

nothing
Is killing me again
Have I ever been in love
Or just haunted by your touch
Oh my darling, darling, Elisabeth
If I could make it out
Of a life where

on to complain that I am way too behind I mean
What else to expect when I'm just a slave by design
I need to find me
And I need to find peace
Searching for

the devil got in my vision
Wake up in the morning
Hit my knees then I pray
Avoiding these haters
Cause I know God gone make a way
God gone come here
Like

Disasters kings
Haunted by sins
They pave the way
To glory days
The land of free
Still you shall plead
Just bend the knee
Don't try to flee
How can

treat you like you stank
Until you handle ya biz
Get on up everyday
Earlier morning and just pray
You know they say
God is good and he gon make a way

HOPE I'VE DONE MY SHARE OF LIVIN', LORD
BEFORE I MARCH THIS LAST PARADE

CUZ OH..WHAT I LEAVE BEHIND ME
WILL BE MY LEGACY

Until you push me to be
Quite a murderous soul with Demons locked up indeed
How can one motherfucker play it Safe
Without his grace being in the Way
We

Lot he had his lot in life, Job
His job and I guess you'll too, will die
The Lord looked down, said, "Hey
You’re only mortal"
Giveth and taketh away

from the poor
I'll steal from them both
That way I'll get more
Sleep with many whores then see them no more
Oh my Lord I can't wait until tour
I'll march

away when the phone call came, they said he'd be ok
 Let me know if things are looking bad and I'll be on my way
 And Time went by but still no word sit

take it easy
cus nothings promised
all the love and touching could be gone by the morning
so take it easy
don’t be sorry
cus everything will be

repent

Sure, they say I'm supposed to grin, but I can't bring myself to crack a smile
I'm hanging by a thread, what makes you think I'm satisfied
I give