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H, E double L. We are each our own devil, and we make this world our own hell.
He grew up being fed lies, and didn't get the option to have

of your hair

The things that I feel
Are painfully real
When your guts get fucked up
It's hard to know how to deal

Then you say that it's all in my head

Everything inside of our minds all seem to fade in time

Blessed be are the meek when they're kind while we're still blowing lines

got caught by the feds

make honesty go blind
Back from the dead, shits the same grime
Loose ends that can't be tied up by crime
Weakness the filter, an insecure design
Your

Everybody talking but nobody wanna die
They can never guess my moves they want find out where he lies
Fed the people disrespecting me I'll never do it twice

don't ya take a seat and I'll be your vegan tutor
Old McDonald had a farm, cattle ranch, the coop and barn
It's called grass-fed grass beef and it's

Bathe in its wrath

The world sees red
Our souls are fed
Empowered by thee
Set us free

text that I send
When its starry
Or followed by sorry
Acknowledging deserts
Is harder than raining
At least there's an effort I'm making
Leaving your

Fuck your fragile life 
God I hope we all die 
No one seems to care 
Until their life's at stake 
Placing too much value on your existence 
When

Born on the block 
With my Nana Pop

Mom's went to school
Daddy hustled a lot 
Once upon a time 

Feds ran in the spot 

Prolly was lurking roun

to you
Cause I manifest, you just stand aside
Everybody swear they the coldest
But when that temp. drop, then they all inside

Picture This
Picture This

place a long time ago
I'm the lead in this dumb show
Call me John Doe

Call me John Doe

I'm kinda fed up, with those flying ships
It makes no sense, it

when they all have supremacy 
Close mouths never get fed you have to be direct 
Never had no fuckin peace niggas breathin' on my neck 
I won't dare

we've grown
Undying realm I will never dare call home again
 
O the eagle burnt up in the fire
Yet not a feather's scorched
O the eagle swallowed by

life's palimpsest

Spitted things they dropped among leaves
Or buried beneath (Didn't know we were seeds)
Kernels of truth assuming the lead
Slowly fed by

that's me, I'm trapping on the south 
I'm going up it when it's time to bust, so never leave your house 
I'm sending 3 he'll come sweep your street, knock

Saving up for some retro’s
Every week cop a metro
Had to fed the fishes
In the tank we went to petco
Red varsity jacket i had
It was ecko
Had to change my

Even my dope won't fix my fault 

Fuck these girls
Fuck their calls
They ask for one more kiss

I'm sick of clubs
With the drugs
I'm fed up with this

often think I've died but I wake up and I was dreaming, I keep
Getting high to get rid of all these feelings
Find my eyes are often streaming
All I want

elapses
By the time
You will be well-fed
I'll wither on the vine
I'll be skinned and dead

You depend on me
Though you're my day of doom
When once I drop

everybody like beginner sex ed

Yeah, they say that dinner’s best fed

On a dish that’s cold, like the winter just sped

Up and came early, like my back pain,

with insect bites
Being fed off of by parasites
Growing our lives like reptiles
Bitter

Peace on earth is not a dream of mine
I'm still waiting for peace

from what they fed to me 
Now chances are slim queen can carry my legacy
Dim lights on, them niggas say favor adds stress, 
But it’s hard to get the bag