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God Is Dead

Deranged

Plainfield Cemetary

up above.
I spit on the ruins of what my life became.

God is dead.

Nice daily rituals, blood on your hands, killing time.
A dope friend son

Day One

Masterminds

The Underground Railroad

2000

my best
but all these lip reading white folks got confused with "nice breast"
Now it's one mess after another,
get booted from out the store, still no

By this man, crowned with thorns

I surely get what I deserve
But He was innocent and betrayed
He said I'm now forgiven
Red is His saving blood

Your

could burn right through your skin
They'd leave you spittin' up blood in the desert if you breathed those fumes in.

It was early one winter evening

meditation
Something that I know Annunaki visitation
You call it the word? 
Plagiarisation
Your mind is slow with your low vibration
Cave man and me? 
No blood

murda, me say me want mo
Murda
Mo murda, me say me want mo
Murda
Mo murda, me say me want mo
Murda
Murder's on my mind all the time but still I'm feeling

funny
If he did it on his own
The process is blood sucking
But if God be for me
He's keeping me company
He's taking away the pain
And dark days become

ye who enter here
God have mercy on my victims
Know damn well that I will send them
Straight to the gates of your heavenly prison
But at least they're

Outta Southern Md, Outta Southern Md
Here I'm from, where I'm from

Let me tell you bout a place
I spent time growin up
Southern md
Kinda chill but

will catch you by the throat

So late at night
Golems do alright
But witches are the worst 
They will eat you in one bite

And don't go to the lake

I see blood on the leaves 
Birds in the cage, they just wanna be free 
We just looking for the key 
We just wanna be free oh

Good heart, but he's

Softly, down toward
A face as light as city bright
And blood you taste in a fight
You glide, through me
I'm reminded why I try
Off the charts but by

pushing still 
Don’t trust no one 
Street cold blood 
No one love you bro when things go wrong 
See even your own brother might just be the snitch 
Let me

a son, he a rascal
I get the bag from the city, the capital
These niggas fake and Lil Boat be the actual
Beefing online but in person you rational
I do not

snipped
Trying to post me on the gram
Too much dip on your chip
Here for the aesthetic
This nigga ain't shit
I get back in blood
But got a thing for them

southern twang is all fantasy
I ain't from NYC, under the facade
I'm a Toronto kid who split into three
But please, go by my character sheet
Young Peezy

of it

In this town 
the strangest things come alive
are they real or it's my fantasy?
in this town
everyone thinks I'm a fool
but I know my son is still

thoroughly robed, 
 
in the illusions of power 

but the window, to destroy them

grows narrower by the hour

With visions that must be destroyed

a picture of our family hanging by a string
I never saw it coming, all the pain that he caused. Dressed in a uniform, most dangerous man 'round
They turn away

don't want to be
My story has been written but the plot unseen"

I said "sir, with respect, do you feel unwell?
You know our paradise is warmed by

my mind gone
Niggas looked me in my eyes and told me just stay strong
Them niggas left me by myself, they left me all alone
And I can't even hurt like

Heaven Help Dem

Jonathan Emile

The Lover/Fighter Document

2009

the power of blood
To lick-a-shot in a di street and get your people to run — son
And when a cop dies, we all mortified
But when a cop kills he don't need no

Wear Yo Hat (Buried and Bald)

NWH

Fear of a Black Hat

1994

We promise we will keep our heads covered...with any hat available.? 
Gotta keep your head covered and wear your hat 
To avoid all the noise that

in the dark
My ashes in the urn
Dead and gone, I’m dead and wrong
You wanna take my soul but you gonna have to wait your turn
Set in stone and signed