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die, don't have a place to fall
Don't say die just ask for a better life
I can draw the sea and the sun side by side
One is yellow as the stars the other

seclusion and starvation have got them by the throat
They've boarded up the windows and reinforced the doors
And covered up the stains of the father left

Twenty-thousand years ago and I can
Tell it's you by the shape of your soul
Irony of a rose that draws the blood of a friend
Say that you'll stay and relate for

on paper 
I'm from Oakland like the raiders 
Whenever I draw the line men cross it 
Rush the sack when I snap on all you fuckers
I write my shit while

and the new master is chosen 

The passage now open we toil and beg for their forgiveness 
Succumb to the unearthly 
Ages and ages elapse and still with no

killed
There's a rose on the hill
What would you do to just make a bill

Draws behind the ramps, shots on the court
You might play football but the road is

alone in this prison
All my fault, no forgiveness
If I could go back, I'd save you from the day we crossed paths

I'm sick of wasting my time
Thinking

skating
By on assumptions is presumptuous
Just secede, you're powerless, out of options

We're all more than just flesh and blood 
Some wounds don't heal

A forsaken night
Steadily draws
Black clouds over my head
A young gentleman
Nears a bench
Beneath a single light

A bewitching night
This weakened

Could you enlighten me on what you meant by what you said? 
Or did the blood rush to your head? 

And how can I apologize to you for my mistakes? 
If

Behold the herald of the beast, devourer, the end unleashed
Bringing terror, spreading woe 
Unrivaled by any foe 
The ancient one that all must fear

a slave 
I'm working like a slave, draw blood to the grave till I'm 68
Great

I'm glad I didn't, now I'm living 
Blessed in my life no wishing 
I was

the fang draws the blood
all the pain and suffering in the name of dog
churches of fear

a foreign, shid I don't care
Give me my ticket I'm outta here
Now these women coming by the pair
All she want is designer wear
Get the draws and I'm outta

Walmart 
Shoot em up in the face
Draw w blood and I say I make art

Fuck love and your letters 
My love it will lead me nowhere  
I never got time for this

Tales that I could tell, Pales to comparison
Sails of the boatman, fails to count his riches
Swim across those murky waters, meet you by the bank
If

You know I've got old friends
Well, I've got some new ones too
Some of them are made of gold
And some a held together by glue
But it don't matter

me ain't ready to face me
They turn they phone off to erase me, like every day
They take a pause for my snippet to go off the grid
I draw between

a fuckin breath
Now!

I draw my shades just for protection
In a square box I get no affection
You in me is like an infection
If I'm taken out it's natural

a wannabe knee slapper
Never been jealous I'ma honoree master head honcho with colossal stature
I'm from the heights you will never see
More bricks broken by

till I found my purpose
Decoded my words are worthless
Dethroned and beset by Serpents
Searching as I Work my magic
Hermit but I earned my palace
Vermin

don't sit right with my moral compass
Walk away from the old life, tryna find my new purpose
Certain man still boil blood like a furnace
But right now I'm

Meet no bottle just to purge the thoughts
Burden strong they tryna' figure me out
Climb the water spout, washed out by the rain
Web tangle my brain spun

afraid of where the words go and the silence before sleep

I have watched the light pass beyond the boundary of horizon
And blood pass beyond the ring