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I can't see the future
I can't tell what my life will be like
But I feel as if it won't be good
I'll always be misunderstood, but
One thing I know

Every single time when they say touch works
Ain't nobody lying
Angazi ngicgine nin' uk'gidl' ekhaya
The rap game isn't really kind
They don't wanna see

serve our gods by drinking our own kind of water
But your god is sending us deep down there for torture

Jim's already there, Shane is on his way
It's

I just don’t know where we are
It could be all in my mind 
Hope that I’m seeing things 
Baby but I want to stay blind 

Waited til 23
Nothing is

again!
Oh oh oh oh
If it breaks my heart again
Oh oh oh oh
And everywhere
I go
Your there
All I'm seeing is
the back of your head
And everything thing that

of the seasons
What's hanging on the wall and the things that you are eating

The days click by like from a time machine, it's like a waking dream
Except that you

Cee-Lo
And I ain't get them back, but I heard by the end of the week though
Three shots made him use nine eleven like Reno
I found out it was his sis Rita,

creative feeling of God or Cosmic Divine Reality.
Yeah
What's the very first thing you recall about your life?
How you born in the middle of a riddle

I lost some time
then circled back again
only to find
things hadn’t changed a bit

the ancient trees
remember more than I
I let them be
I only answer

Gatekeepers

Sing a hook, set a vibe you’re a sellout
Gonna pass til we know that you built clout
We kind of want you a little bit cooler
Hipster

the table will turn
I'm surrounded by capitalist zombies
They'd stab me in the back if they could

Toxic environment
They say: “we are like a Family”,

say you know see me for your church 
And I no do the kind of your work 
But say I no go blow see my guy e no work on God 
Versace for my body on God

information

Spreading with the guise of privacy that was an afterthought
I barely saw the kind of things that you claimed that would catapult
I’m-
Running away

haters,
We put the hate on a brother
We tear the love in each other
Is this a black thing? all black in black genes
All black in the dream, all black kill

Now let me start by telling you that I told you
The situation isn't going how it's supposed to
We should have never messed around and played pretend

always there for me
I don't deserve the kind of love, you givin me
Lord you know, I'm a sinner, tryin to come back home
Mom told me to believe in God

Staring back at me
With eyebrows long and features gone on
A shift in reality
A broom cupboard for a mind
It’s a tough bean to grind, but I must be kind

Am I out my mind
Don't lie to me
I don't really blame you
Anymore I think
You're addicted to Dior
Yeah the finer things
Does my ass look better
In

up off my back will you
Shut up off my track
Like they say ""I'm doing me""
Well I record this just for me
And they say ""hate it or love it""
Got my

How do you know me from the first thing that you see
And then you're telling me I'm one of a kind
But then you change your mind
Dancing on the floor,

planning
You set me free when I was stranded
And made a way through all the damage
Looking back it's kind of crazy just how it happened
Everything was

to have her
Bad girl is a murder
One thing I need her
She's the kind of woman
Make Can never let to suffer
She's my defender
And the girlie know all of them

to take your hand

Foolish one
Such humans have gone
They've been replaced
By noughts and ones

We still got TV
We still got that
It makes things smaller

click, click, click then I’m back on the spittin, spilling page of poetry 

Type on your phones, carry all the cameras, words written by a withered woman