dear diary (feat. temple di sacrifice)

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Paul Joseph Goebbels (pronounced [ˈpaʊ̯l ˈjoːzɛf ˈɡœbl̩s] (listen); 29 October 1897 – 1 May 1945) was a German Nazi politician who was the Gauleiter (district leader) of Berlin, chief propagandist for the Nazi Party, and then Reich Minister of Propaganda from 1933 to 1945. He was one of Adolf Hitler's closest and most devoted acolytes, known for his skills in public speaking and his deeply virulent antisemitism, which was evident in his publicly voiced views. He advocated progressively harsher discrimination, including the extermination of the Jews in the Holocaust. Goebbels, who aspired to be an author, obtained a Doctor of Philology degree from the University of Heidelberg in 1921. He joined the Nazi Party in 1924, and worked with Gregor Strasser in its nor… more »

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Now you hear me see i cry for you
Im'a do it Im'a sound like this
The trouble gave me heartache
Where were you at wen I needed
Probly rolled on my own in the week for a snack yeah, mmm
My whole life, the whole time
I was around mama, you were not here
My whole life, the whole time
I was around, papa you were not there
Dear diary, i'm writing this damn letter to myself
Cant write it to my pops that nigga aint never been around
Since I got some sense, seen real life, my plat gehou opie ground
Hungry everyday, at night, thankful for Impala and some milk
Stayed awake, late at night, just to hear her cry
Struggling to raise 6 kids, with charity, every 3rd day getting by
So damn poor, standing out at school, church clothes looking dry
Always odd one out, ugly duckling, papa het gewaai
Took the whole house, left us lying on the ground
Half a dozen open mouths left mama with no job
Guess you out there, building yourself, kerk broe or not
You have no skaamte sinning here right infront of God?
Hope you see my chapter ima show you how its done
Thank U Hoppie, Thank U Temple, Thank U Marlow for the sound
Shout out Ottery, Retreat and big shout out to Delft
Carrying our mothers like real men know how
The trouble gave me heartache
Where were you at wen i needed
Probly rolled on my own in the week for a snack yeah, mmm
My whole life, the whole time
I was around mama, you were not here
My whole life, the whole time
I was around, papa you were not there
So young and lost stuck deep in a big mans world
No elder to guide me or show me how the real world fuckin works
But im figuring out, got no doubt, going in with a blaze
My daughter's fuckin 16 and you havent seen her face
What a damn nerve, tryna take, credit for what shes done
Never hated you but got no love for you, son of gun
Wondering why u left, was it me, something I had done
Take all of your genes, im my damn mommas son
Daily on her knees, crying loudly looking up
F*ck that rolling stone, momma he aint got much luck
Momma wipe them tears, he aint worth messing ur make-up up
Always got your back and i aint never giving up
Thanks for being momma, thank U for being pops
I just wanted to be a real man and always make U proud
Now i'm all grown up and I just wana say now
is F*ck U and thank U, for not pulling out
Now U hear me sing, I cry for real
I'ma do it I'ma sound like this
Gunshot fire sounding like chior
Church bells burning, yahh

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