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Idle minds
Oh how they love to play
I let you waste my time
For now I’ll let you stay
I guess she like it how I live
She just a name on a list
I get

weakened by loved ones
Wishing my mama never found her husband
Wishing my dada never knew women or got to spouse one
Antinatalism eating up my existentialism

of Queen
Never quite what they seem
Been pursuing since a teen
2012 switching themes swear to God, yeah
This right here be my oath
Promise to live by my word

see,
A angelic young girl near poverty.
The gift of a voice came from high above,
And I was blessed with all His love.

Things started out so simple

the overwhelming factor
With God on my side in his heart I abide
So baby when I practice
Nothing else won't matter
Cuz just that simple fact is
Greater than mind

remember few times I couldn't get lunch
In this book of life I think we're just pawns
Checkmating, heart racing hmm
Can anyone see where the end is
Living

man? It's that

Simple minded people 'bout to make my mind explode!
Politician lies, how many times they get exposed?
'Fore you realize, they divide

'Bout It, there was No Limit
By '05 I was in my prime
Only thing I cared about was gettin' signed

But 2010 was a different time
Put down the pen, led

When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house
I had only two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home

was in its rich and pure material
Because it was so plain and simple, you knew that it was very valuable
All good things are like this
It was good

phase,
Pedal to the metal with the farthest maze

Mind is a fog cloudy daze,
Like a fuckin' demon loose it plays.
Got me spinnin' in a fucked up craze,

always by my side
I'm only blessed cause no matter what I do I never leave your sight
I never wanted to be the one to have your life
Cause I know I

we all live in a grocery store
Think about whats on my mind before you step to me
You don't know whats in it like cheap molly and XTC
Cookin' beats

Sitting in my ass
In my room
Legs crossed
Ping ponging in my mind
Entangled by the ropes
Arms spread
Dreading the time when I have to be it again
Writing

to not be impressed
By the things that I'm doing that come from the flesh
But it's hard when your flow is Midwest
I'm coo on her homie 'cause a soul

Mmh
Aah yes
I spit the truth
My mouth opens blessings I feed the youth
Alone when people do when entrevue I read the room
Couple of things I need

relationships turned sour just because of the mix   
Packed the Penskee BK for an Upstate kid 
Signed the lease Reporting live from crib 
Nose back in the books

complaining from where I sit
I think you are lazy cuz my angles in perfect view
It's simple math really just open your mind to something new
So fix yourself

of progress
Black people dying by the second this is constant
The nonsense to lack com sense in these times is
Bondage we chasing after things that lack promise

read a book of literature 
You tend to get a mixture
Of different writers pictures
What you got to understand before you get bitter
That these are

THE EYES OF A MADMAN
By: Ken David
The eyes of a madman, are just simple webs of hazel set-in shades of blue
They're not so sophisticated, topsy

you eternally
I wish for you to be the best versions of yourselves
Take your lives into your own hands
Controlled by nobody else
Don't confuse hard work

Pendulum power,
Like Solomon's ring,

How could you think,
I could be stopped by man?

So many bodies in my iMac Pro,
So many bodies on my MacBook, yo,

So

something bout the Heights that made me feel so at home
When I was young with my family man I felt so alone
I didn't speak espanol but I did read comic books