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or don't talk to me I'll cut ties
A lot of y'all are on fake shit, acting weird on the side
But I can see through the snakeskin when you shape shift you

requiem many times before
Do you think I never heard your sore ?
In the shades, Hell turns to Oblivion
The shapes unnamed
Brought memories
The beast was

now, the color is fading, not long
Before the lines break and my shape is all gone
I need a reset, bring back
Who I knew I could've been and
Please get,

crotch
And Yes I'd like to suck it
Ass is so fat
Well you just have to fuck it
I'm bad, I'm pretty high saddity
Thick ass shape
And these thick ass titties

me
You can tell by the wrinkles in my forehead
The shape of my ears
The roots of my hair
You just have to trust that my nose and mouth
Are still in

Mirror mirror tell me what you see
A despicable shape, a figurine
A being without direction, a being without sense 
Who helplessly finding ways

in this bitch and I’m goin get it goin kill it
Out in these trenches we certified drug dealing
Ima beat that pussy beat that pussy by a landslide
I

Oh there’s a blessing
That's in my life
In-the shape of a woman no she’s not perfect
But she’s exactly what I need
She’s my reminder
That I can be

day, shades of gray
Melt away, shifting shapes
In the house, by myself
But there was someone else
Only had a single chance
Moment's gone, I let it pass

keep saying I'm fine
But I know I was built for this by design
It's raining now but the sun is gone shine
I know God would never leave me behind
Ain't no

duck when they drive by see the devil lie into my eye
A man in a suit and tie
Man you niggas got too much pride
Where we going nobody can hide
Where we

or the grave
That's reality, the part you never see
The one you fail to understand and think its make believe
We're tryna shape the system, instead it's shaping

not a problem
I’m in good shape
So what is wrong with me
Why do I get rejected all the time
It used to be so easy
Before you came in my life
Did you

had Bey
Bet these lips make yo body do the fade away

I'm out my mind I be thinking bout the wrong shit
I'm the field I could take you on a field trip

the voice in my ear

"You're free"

I protest to him that I was never bound
Still he beckons me to stand and look around
Yet I can see the shapes and call

I've got things only drugs can hide
Good old bad days

I've dug myself a hole in the shape of a K 
I'm not talking about tomorrow today
Sorry

say that's it's a new day, this slavery by a new name
And if it ain't a cell, then debt is gon be your new chains
I stay focused on two things, my paper

Takes me to your world
My thoughts been pretty cloudy
Hasn't been clear what's wrong
I'm managing to function
From month to month, years on
I wonder if

Theron didn't always do Right
By the laws of her land
The tough love she gave
Helped shape this young man
(She was strong)
She took the time out and sat me

Can't ignore all
The people asking for my time
If you could leave a sign to your past self
Would you pass it on by?
What's wrong what's right?

there's nothing wrong with it
Except for it's run by the people who put emotions in it
History behind it
Power hands behind it
Motherfucker give hope

And we run it back
Words were used to shape the world from a voided state
Now words just form escapes for our sins we out of place
Struggling on the day

All comes to place on this night
I see your face cold as ice
What they did to you all those years ago
Was wrong or so I thought
I can see all

and wails fall, drowned. It molted viscous and rank - wrong, yet alive. By morning eyes have coalesced and leached off the light, reeling from qualia's worst