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And as I'm writing these words my feelings on the floor
I swear that when it's done I won't even say I miss you
Got my heart broken in pieces don't

manifested emotional destruction at the hands of your brain
I hope you listened to my last poem called war
Cuz this may make more sense to you as we further

rise
I rose
Sit the fuck down
If you aint gonna wise up
See me
Had to find my nose
Sniffed it all out
Get the fake ones lines up

You and you and you

for us sharks
So if you a fish, I'll eat yuh heart
Shawty got brain and yeah dat bitch is smart
Fuck away from me if you are a narc
You are a lame, I

Evolution of the brain,
Constantly in scholar frames
Footsteps on longer paved road with a rich past
Follow problems and it look like they go where the shifts

myself to sleep reciting lines inspired by the hate

It never changes
So Give me the mic and imma microwave it
Might complain
It's fine
But never deny that

we ain't Jews 
And still we blinded by the same light
Veil torn before our eyes, but actin like it's bird box
All faiths without seeing, but we

I'ma let it
Put me in the graveyard
Or am I tough enough to suck
It up well let's see
There ain't a day go by that
I ain't gettin' hate from
People that

said it? 
Shit yeah 
Shit yeah 
You wanna act bad now you regret it?
You wanna show off now ask ya-self who gone help ya? 
If i turn ya brain in

practice got established
Set bar with every drop and make it happen
It's in your heart, switch the tone and bring the passion
And many called, if were chosen

Take it back and forth you wanna tackle more
But say fuck world what it mean then?
So contradicting everything conflicting
All the meaning change by

t
(What’s going wrong) 
We don’t even know 
Get another doctor 
Cuz we ain’t seen This before 
His hearts in his stomach 
So what do we do 
I don’t even know

a portrait of me Just seems extremely easy
Eh-hee, eh-hee, eh-hee

And I bet he's aching that Irish painter
Francis Bacon ain't got shit on me to fake it

the past will get witcha
Five on five, nobody picked ya
Ain't no 'next', you out the picture
Brown baggin' liquor you and her bicker
Life crawling by

on inside my brain
Feels like I’m lost and I’m running in circles
All this shit is in my way but I’m clearing the hurdles
Everybody don’t believe in me I feel

runnin for ice cream
Now its spiked drinks
Cause our minds need
A distraction from life
This ain't living
We Barely surviving

At night my heart is leaking

Imprisoned by my past and thoughts why the fuck can't I be free
My memory is scarred, heart and brain full of stitches
Put my trust in fake homies and I loved

aim
A zombie who focus on brains All green, Mary Jane
Rolling up a paper plane I'll smoke you then throw up the gang

You niggas ain't ready to hang

the playing
We ain't the same
I'm conveying pure flame
I'll leave a stain on your brain
The song remains, a landline
To real niggas, that fell behind
Or went

kid napped and you dont even no the reason

watch hu u beef wit!

Verse 1
it aint no secret talk in that street shit and get u in some deep shit
see

And then you sing your heart out for someone from a line of 800 people
Yeah
Just pick up a guitar; turn up the freaking bass and treble
Yeah! Yeah,

Fix up the system the cops they be killas I stay in the jungle with apes and gorillas
Niggas ain’t got no aim they aiming for brains killing our women

was living a lie
Not my best life
Trying to numb the pain in my brain that i've been possessed by
Ended up neglecting the people that i've been blessed

God giving blessings
And i'm getting passed?
I treated them good
Now I'm feeling bad
I love how they hating
I ain't even mad
My foot on they neck
I'm