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The Ongoing Speculation Into the Death of Rock and Roll

The Glorious Sons

A War on Everything

2019

needs war and who needs peace just get me on the TV screen
Yeah, tell me what to do
That small town girl on ecstasy, she's raised by fashion magazines

Had acid fore it was LSD
Bad hoes stay textin' me
Fucked a Molly on ecstasy 
Next day cleaned my sweaty sheets
Stop sextin' me put the wet on me

the tiny
Reason behind it, I'm getting slimmer by the minute
I guess we'll be missing Giovanni, as I picture this rhyming
No lie, I got sick of the money
So

right
Satellite flights lately been the daily
Cheap vacations just like Frankie back 2 back
Swore I blinked the whole day went by just like the that
I

By the power of The Living God and in the name of Jesus Christ, my Lord and Saviour, I make these declarations loud and clear:

1. My mind is free!

mine that's how I'm comin' on this track
Any fuck out there gets beat down or hacked
To shit I'm down like this I'm sick like a slit wrist
People still

on
On time I bring that Exxon to your don who claim he teflon
The crooked smile champion
The slump that brought management
The one to put that red on top your

out here all phoney yall sweeter then pudding
Put that on muvas I'm gon get it cooking
By any means whether shooting or cookin
I'll be dat nigga with

to use my own words
I been so afraid to commit Joseph what do you mean
I been hurt badly and my heart still stings
I was scared of giving love and all that

hold a pound can't fold right now
Some people should know by know
That ima be the one, I can't hold my mouth

It's a slow night but I be still trapping

go by I can feel the effects when I
Beat it I beat it like I'm a menace
It feel like feel like I'm a demon
When I run it back run it back like it's

I can feel everything around me
But only perceptually
My nervous system still feels you all over me
I can't wait for my cells to retire and re

taken too early
Used to buss shots by the side of the curly
Bridge, then I went jail, done a bit of birdie
Life's coming fast, man I feel like Ferdi
Still

time to clean up trash Florida Rap, completing the chores
Mufasa at large
Y'all now hearing me roar

Still that swaggin' ass
Rappin' ass nigga
With his

Let's talk about it
How you drug tested me like eight times
Knew my ass was on probation
Still tried to get me to cross state lines
To a place you

of content
Lazy to use the mic, still ecstasy is God sent

Hey, fuck you said the girl I pretend
For escalating those emotions that were absent
Navigating her

press the panic
Fix this bitch like a mechaninc
No violence joe biden but certain laws we not abiding by
Hoe, so I say
I can't wait to Live My Life
Again

thinking about all the bad that I put in myself
I'm back on the block
So focused on getting bands
Can't say I ran it up all by myself
Real niggas always gon

to something tho
Mother fuckers out here always hating
I been tryna find the one tho
Fuck people out here who got me waiting
I been still prepared for

Lake Erie sitting pearing at the green water
Life still in hell, but oh well, save my son and daughters
Michael Jackson in my headphones
Albums in

hit or miss, when you come to grips
With letting it all go, the only way I know
The older that I grow, the quicker that time goes
And homie i'm still

all though my people still love me
Yeah the only true judge
Is above me (on God)
They gone try go dig up some dirt
Let em know I repent for my sins

words cuz y'all still just standing
In the fucking air nobody cares but y'all the pandemic,
Y'all so crooked it's awful but I can't get y'all a dentist

I

act a crooked queue
Mama didn`t raise me
I was raised by my grandma
Thank you Annah-Annah, I would be nothing without you
I swear I`m God, I`m grateful