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Sippin' my Powerade it's two twelve in the afternoon
Hah
Hearts have a way of being fooled to be broken
And I could not help but feel a radical ideal

Freer thou I'm enslaved by rap know I got the spade
Tomorrow why hard to ignore the cries when it's all a game
Press but death are the same how it went

itself, promises are placed to help
To the times where you feel low, and feel like you be alone
But the other side is darker you be bruised by the past

Cuttin my wrists on one occasion
I remember feelin no pain, like on vacation
I remember facing myself with hesitation and no determination
A broken heart,

silence
broken by electric static;
swirling in darkness,
eyes stabbed by light:
the prey of the Devil—
her young body has betrayed her.

II.
Tension,

Harder to solve then Sudoku
Guess was my fault for trying
Thoughts are filled with emotions
Like the waves of the ocean
Some hit hard frozen, sometimes it

got my pain open
The cycle only stops, when it's broken
When a door closes, the other's wide open

Red traffic lights 
As I Drive-by 
This lit up street

Rhythm and flow delivers syllable growth
Only limited by images of mirrors and smoke
I took an instrument of innocence and witnessed it grow
Then saw

with broken wings
I mean what I say and I speak what I feel
Not tryna be rude, I'm just keeping it real
If you pick at the scab, the wound won't heal

a unfinished art
My best idea? Keeping you by my side, yea smart
Relationships aren't always perfect, but I know your worth it
So one thing's for certain, I

your heart
Your smile prolonged my art
I think we're better apart
How'd we end before the start?
I'm known for making mistakes
Fall in love, a plastic

at risk in the hands of zealous killing
Genocides incited by broken, bitter civilians
Revolutions against corrupt tyrants, the vile and wicked
Why do they

the flesh and the mind are back in reality
Seein' it taken away by an accident in a factory
Security cam footage of people dyin'
GoPro footage of mass

By chance it leaks in your direction, well
I've either known you a long time
Or I'ma see you tomorrow
The daggers that rip that
Bond are the sharpest

more than you could imagine
Cause every hundred good things that are said about me
cre overshadowed by the one who don't believe in my dreams
cll it

Population Control

Company Flow

Funcrusher Plus

1997

olive oils 

Company Flow fuck please 

Bitch put away the fucking piteous punchlines 

Blue Blockers break under the red light, belittled by my

Are you crushing?
Or a matador?
I'm matador
I'm dodging bull
I made it by myself so
I'm not used to feeling high or clean
Girl are you bath salts? uh

pay our respects
To the fathers of the form
Of art we was raised upon
And through us, let it be re
Born, torn, broken and scorned
But it’s not dead yet

written on the pure white wall
純白的牆上寫著我的名字
Drop the pencil on the table blood falls
完筆落於桌面時血滴隨之濺落
I have seen nobody by my side to explain this
身邊無人予我解釋

brown eyes
A tempest inside each pupil swallowed by a hungry night sky
A solar eclipse that only hints of amber light on the outside
Strangely solemn

you left
You know that I’m broken
I gotta just vent
You know that I’m hopeless
And only pretend that I’m happy
I hate that I lost you
But look what it

Saint Louis knew him well with a motorcycle jacket and greasy hair
Big man on campus, a bad boy surrounded by his cigarette air
Going through art

Because no we ain't no slaves no more,
The mind revolution has infiltrated and broken down the door,
Dirtier games being played it's the art of war,
But me

You say you could never write a tune
As pretty as I do
But I love it when you sing to me

Out of the billion other places and faces
We are yet