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dead
It's a hard thing to read, a hard thing to see
Messages from kids who just wanna bleed
I wish I could reach and take out a key
Just insert and turn

not a threat
Shouldn't have to say it but
I could do a life sentence really wouldn't give a f***
But if you lock me up then throw away the key
Because

(I'm a gentleman)
(But I ain't a gentle man)
(NineOne)

Didn't wanna clear that debt
Bloke got chucked in a freezer
Grabbed by the scruff

Uh
Ayo Lee I'm thinking about here again ha
What
You acting like she thinking about it some shit
Hopefully she ain't thinking about everybody else
I

a battery
Gotta say sprite is definitely a masterpiece
Don't even get me started on that High-C
Never gets by me
You enjoy it as well get in line behind
Never

didn't have these
Shoulders Mike prepared me for when it gets colder
And colder Sometimes it takes just a light breeze to
Push that boulder Four keys, none

massages
Woo!
Got a chainsaw, it's got mace on the blade
And I'm jaded, insane, and your face gonna rain
Look! A piece of your brain. It's another case again

People killin' people dyin'
Children hurtin', I hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preachin'?
Would you turn the other cheek again?
Mama,

try'na be nice""
""How you gonna have a party, you ain't got any ice""
Would you do it again?
Once was enough for the life
Sight hides, I'm blind and can't

past tense
I already have it
Enough of the sad shit
Weight on my shoulders
I'm tryna get rid of the baggage
No doubt
I'm deep in my bag again
I got what

da plug i sent my worker thats a blind date, count it up den run it up again, an I jus done another ten, an I don't cuddle or pretend but she still hug

would quit by a week
A soul cold, and I know she know I be lyin'
But I think she feelin' drained and don't wanna force it on me
Let that sink in for

in his hand
Keys in his hand reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Ellesses he had dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers

Blah Blah Blah… Yada Yada Yada… (Can People Please Finish What They Sayin’)

By Twenty-Something DJ Franklin

(c) 2022 Raymond F. Quinton

Woke up

the plug on the trap phone
I can't afford to slip up again, this could be gone by tomorrow
Your shawty up all on my body (What?)
She got that WAP like Cardi

Eat it out don't push me girl
You can be loud when I beat it out won't beat around no bushes girl
By the time I'm done you tell girls now they begging

focus off, lost in the sauce
Then again, it could simply be dissension in the ranks
Can't be slipping on your henchmen, pay attention to the fakes
Cause

gifted by my side
I turned to open the page and
It was 2nd Corinthians 12:9
That verse saved me from ending my life
It gave me so much strength to get

again, abounded you
Prediction of the future?
A black hole with empty space
We did really fuck it up?
Didn’t we?
To fucking blind to see
You see?
Too dumb

Just like every fan do
But the time goes by
And I realize that we are not the same
No respect, where's your loyalty, character
That shit hurt low key

a Buick for another page
Key!
7 hit my line, said he had a slot
Hopped on 95- south, quick Look
It's way different, I been potent
Some People dream of shape

and pleasured by the potent  portent  of prospective  sensuous  moments and its ever proselytizing  sexual momentum , deeply gasps  for incoming  oxygen as this

The final product is bland
Just push a couple keys and
The code does the work?
It’s like you CGI’d that verse!

Spent your childhood trapped by
Your parents’

key...
I can’t be in that bitch unless hoes in it
No need to brag or boast nigga
Becuase I really came from not a thang 
I got non to loose but a lot