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SHANK JAY

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Been a second since I spit some thought proking shit
Dialogue, open quips
Dictions of lows, scorned hoes, failed courtships
Currency focused, current love life fulla sheep
It make no sense to stress if it ain't cents my bottom dollar steep
Welcomed a life of sin, excessive drinking and serial flirting, Lucifers inner workings

Childhood closed curtains, my coattails in a current
Constantly flowing, moving, the resume show improvement
Every sense of the word, mainstay ahead the curb
Bitches now f*ck that curved, I call that do diligence served
For moments I less, depressive state to address
Shit hit home that I overcame failure, paths progressed
From the projects to deals closing projects
Standout with no handouts
And women of assorted colors fanned out
Elaborate tales from a derailed college grad
With hampering insecurities, laundry of red flags
Been chugging through the stressors, days ain't as dark no more
Heart ain't filled hate no more, no crying cause I'm straight
Impure
Yearned for a premature escape from life
Overcame a plight of breakdowns on shook ground cause I lost sight of light

Brutal reality, where coroner spurs of moment
Impoverished niggas view murders as scoring on opponents
Difference a habitats, land of shell casings and slugs
Devoid of love, or bat signals for the lord above
But ima horrid critic, that shit for the man upstairs
Quick judging common as extra, marital affairs
Back to my odds beating level up who could've for foreseen it?
Sink or swim minded, I treaded and hit plateaus between it
Bracket hoppin, john stockton, help present
Gods grace stocking presents, gifted me with strengthened presence
Believers feel me
Braille could never replicate
A morse code of realness, through the spiel that I say f*ck fate

Pray the lord my soul a take, despite me living foolishly
The bachelor life influenced me it's shaping out congruently
Far from righteous, a flight risk if the nights lit
Coppin feels cuffing, she frisking to feel the nightstick
Past trauma the culprit, is what it is
My relation lines blurred, been solo and off the grid
My heart done shriveled up and they reaping the aftermath
But chasing after a bag equal dividends dig the math

Now, on to the workplace, I tend to conjure up a face
Half them bitches fake and can't relate they'd fail to bust a grape
Minus a couple folks and, one who blew her lid
Single picking the pieces, fractured marriage, and kids
Tryna find footing ina frigid world hopeless feeling
Mommas out chea, wildin poppin pussy lackin healing
With no offense, I just peep shit then acknowledge
Went from claiming they had standards to fucking strangers and colleagues

Enough of that talk, we all possess demons and burdens
Drown em in vodka or bourbon
Pick your poison, used to get me through days, nigga better yet the weeks
Now I reached ascended mental space with elevated feets
Had to reconstruct the way I thought
Scale the corporate ladder
Spacious views I choose to pursue that shit or the latter

Rappin like I got listeners, viewership out the window
Still I'm seeking to sound off, making waves till crescendo

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