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dad’s embarrassed
It’s easy to disappoint
When nothing matters 
And I’ve been in this mind state like
24/7
Empty in space
Faded to heaven 
Constantly

carve out a loving space
Do we speak in a loving way
Make this your brightest day
Do what you say
Don't go astray
Things can turn on a dime

A welcome

moment you're feeling
Like you're free, breath it in

For a second you forget that you're having a gap in your chest
Cause that's enough for tonight

like I ain't enough
With you it's different, you scare me I'll admit it
I wanna know you baby, you've got me trippin' lately
We talking 24/7, but you got

crashing down
(He's terrified) of what's inside his own mind

It takes 6 or 7 lifetimes to get it right, but only 6 or 7 seconds to get it done

And I know

seven days before i die
six days before i try
to survive
five days before i grew
four days before i knew
three days now don't have space
if this is

beheaded seven angels that I met at the gate
Cause my demons told me in my head there ain't enough space
When you're fighting for survival etiquette has no

The house of fears

Your Heart
A big space with 
no doors 
Windows

Or picture frames.

A rowdy flophouse

Of thoughts and emptiness.
No ground

of ""at least he's our villain”
ct least he's our beast
ct least we're getting eaten by the devil that we know and his Invisaligned teeth

To the one

That lil' ass bag, and that pussy ass boy won't say it, ayy
Man, you don't come future around this way, nigga (free DDawg)
(PlayBoy on this bitch)

unknown
Where Tick Tock forest's secrets are shown
Lost and faithless, under the surface they roam
Haunted by expectations, far from home
Every step they

and seven
I walk by faith and not by sight so everything gone be alright
Respond
Matthew twenty one and twenty two Believe and whatever asked in prayer is

I could say what really was on my mind
Maybe, this loss for words was by design
Oh what I'd give, to be set free
If only that's the way it could be

of the Mayan calendar,
52 weeks by a year.
Intergalactic
space travelers from Phoenix.
Past life on Venus,
their speech was affricative.

the minutes
I count the hours
I count the seconds
Till you're here by my side again
And every minute, (every minute)
Goes on for hours, (hours)
Until you're

space and
Realities crashing on shores of immortality
Yet there's no hope
All that I witness will soon be gone
Consumed by our ever expanding sun

niggas feel a way
But all of ya keep buggen
And ya crowding up my space
Stay back
Take a second step back
I don't need you in my face
If you aint giving up

It's just another day fighting against time
Cause seconds turn to minutes turn to hours in my mind
The days go slow but the years fly by
Slippin

pleasant mess

A will
That melts within
Wants to be free
To touch you in

A wish
Sealed by seven gates
And seven keys
To keep you safe

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Write down this

any scientific instrument
My words enter the mic
At the speed of light
A hundred and eighty six thousand miles per second
Seven step scientific methods

little 3, little Gs
Hangin' by the high school, blowin' in the trees
4 little, 5 little, 6 TCs
Watch a nigga back one and dip it through with ease
7

gettin money gettin kash by the second
Had 30 i hit em wit 7 aye
Ill send a opp nigga to Heaven
I Just bought a glock with switch and suppression gang
Fuck

Memento, a poem about rape by Spicky Boy Bronx
Soy enojado, I'm angry, I'm sorry, lo siento
I'm trying to get better, but I got this memento

Bringing every continent and country to it's knees
Subjugation occupation of a land once whole and free

Horseman come riding out
Unleashed by the Lamb