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Some things change your whole perception
Of life
I want an IRA, a house and a wife
I know my lyrics can be as dark as
Wesley Snipes
Ants in a line, no heat and burst pipes
Dwelling on the bad and the sad
In my lyrical confab adds to
The chances of worsening circumstances
Grew up never doing dances
Rather be a gangsta rap fanatic than be
Romantic
Unfortunately people think Black Damien
Is satanic
I have love and God in my heart
Despite my dark art
The passing of my parents ripped me apart
People are like stop sleeping your life away
Your smart
Everyday I wake is a fresh start
I'm not the only one with hard knocks
I have the opportunity to invest in stocks

180 on your life when you thought
It cursed you
Evil rolls together do a role reversal
Things come in packs
I don't send packs for racks
This ain't Green Bay Green Bay

Jammin to Facemob since I was teenaged
Jammin to Facemob since I was teenaged
Jammin to Facemob since I was teenaged
Jammin to Facemob since I was teenaged

I never held babies on the block
Like a campaigning Barack
I never drunk wock
When I was growing up I was mocked
The older heads blocked my shot
I wore tees with guns and masked hoodies
Being hot
Knowing a stepper I was not
Lived on Southside for a year
Scared to venture out and heard shots
Streets at night dark and hot like hell
Or Salems Lot
God awakened my soul at 35 years old
Better late than never
And ima praise him forever
But sometimes my soul is torchured
When blissful condition worsens
The bitterness contaminates my orchard
When I realized the Capitol was built
By black indentured workers
Aka slaves
And my ancestors are mocked
By the Atlanta Braves
Makes me laugh at the phrase
Jesus saves

180 on your life when you thought
It cursed you
Evil rolls together do a role reversal
Things come in packs
I don't send packs for racks
This ain't Green Bay Green Bay

Jammin to Facemob since I was teenaged
Jammin to Facemob since I was teenaged
Jammin to Facemob since I was teenaged
Jammin to Facemob since I was teenaged

Why are my loved ones in their graves
Taken from us at such a young age
My niece in law murdered
What if I were a vigilante
Instead of a burger
Could I reduce inner fervor
Actually I'd be a prison sentence server
I look at gentrification as an observer
It's like segregation and colonialism
Rolled in one
The degradation given to socialism
When capitalism is why the little one
Holds a gun

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