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Kickin in the District spittin out rhymes thinking bout the Covid end of times
Living that motherfucking facebook life online
Stroll to my screen

That you've never seen 
Get through by any means 
Silver lines at the seams
Stay right there 

Currently focused on currency 
Overseas they bumping my

school of hard knocks times the smacks by the scolds
A nigga was mummified and came back with the scrolls
Late nights taking strolls down memory lane
Deep

rhymes 

Yeah 
Gettin' kinda' old I been loosin' my mind
Been feelin' hopeless in the hole I climb 
My brain is dark, don't step inside 
If you do you

shit
On yo bitch ass head
That can’t even get the bread
Can’t even stay fed by
His baby momma at the house
You sitting on the fucking couch
Not even

We grow up, split up
Lift up, from our old patterns
I've been feeling like Saturn
So distant, I'm missing
My distant family
Only a drive away
But

tired gotta go
Can’t do this no more
I think I’m getting old
Dancing any more get my back to blow
Hell I’m still young though what do I know
Hey calm down

How come they don't have any mercy on me
How come I'm judged by every person I see
How many times do I gotta beg and plea
Tell you stupid mother

find is the ground 
And the blank empty sky forces me to look down

Devouring the poetry 
Dissecting the songs
By splicing and resetting thoughts from

the good and the bad
Its outta the bag the pack on my back
Yeah Whoop whoop
One time I ain't ever gonna fail
They wanna hold me back chalkboard with

Suspended by my last remaining limbs
I reach out and collect what is left of my life
Why so dark
Why so dark
Seems I can't breathe unless it's black

Lives the heart of a fighter
So ready to go bat shit
Light fire, to anybody I fight
Any match, like it's a matchstick
Versus a lighter
Might take that

so much blood I can hardly tell
Am I still alive trapped in hell
A cell
Built by my old self
I'm just talking
To those that need help
But no one hears

visions of the family goals
This is way before I knew about numbers
But I knew my role
It's like I'm having visions of the future
And I'm 6 years old
Told

now they pay to be graced by the greats
Case load pains with a Based God chain on 'em
Oh art heavenly father, bring the rain on 'em
Make sure they never

blush
I always do too much
I don't wanna leave you to rust
There won't be any time left for the dust
To settle on your bust
And I think you're much more

I'm seventeen again I walk through my old neighborhood
With my headphones on to shut out the world for good
Well the wayward wisps of clouds brushed by

scroll
It was dark it was cold, I was all on my own, I had to watch fa dem folk
By any means necessary started off in January ended off in January working

to any times i think that I need help
I think that i need help
But i dont need nobody else
I put my phone on do not disturb I want to be by myself
But I

My room mates are high or 80 years old
I seem displaced, this August feels cold
Microwaved eggs on a piece of stale bread
It's not quite what I'd had

Night floats the city scum
As you wash in from the sea
(Time zones, like us, never seem to agree)
Routine implores we'll succumb
By selecting you for

you better than a old rag
Any nigga try to touch you, i'ma murk him, light 'em up like a new pack
And baby, why you got me goin' crazy
You got me sprung

a pot of gold, by my rainbow lake
All these artists getting old, had to come and switch up the game game game.
I remember the time I got into beef and I

Sneak by my window and narrow your eyes
Grab me and pull me and tell me, "you're mine"
Things that you do don't come as surprise
I'm old enough