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An Angel of the Lord, who sovereign
Wants me to teach sound doctrine
Principles to share my sentiment
So I have a gift that's only meant
For you

have learned to live by the principle
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger
If there is the slightest chance to prove my point
I'm here to stay

Rooted out in the word. 
A forgotten ancient syllable. 
He leads me by the hand. 
With a monologue. 
That image of mine is pure. 
Like the first foliage.

that was given
Through the ritual thought virtual
Stories told in vertical
Mesmerizing visuals attained by being critical
Of zodiac principles
Relayed

Conscious rappers real woke with
A played-out message
Just the stalest of the crumbs
Dropped down by their professors
You're a house boy doing what you're

memories 
forgotten long ago. 
I remembered how my mother tickled 
me with a coat rack. 
She reminded me that my 
life is a big mistake. 
My existence has

Thousand Words

YBN Cordae

The Lost Boy

2019

amount of likes can heal up all this pain that I'm feeling
Maybe conceal it, and hide in all these problems we deal with
I grew up on the principle

the fuckboi principle
yet you don’t think, bout what would happen
if you fuck around without further notion
even with protection you forgotten
failures happen

an angel
In some small forgotten town
Forsaken by the one you're waiting for
Battle and provoke me my principles remain
I'll relish each forbidden word you

Ever-Healing Truths!

I... feel... I'm going, I'm going
Oh, I feel... I'm going and going...

When all the principles have been broken,
And all the goals you've

ain't forgotten
Living like Gotham but we ain't got no Batmans
We got crack smokers in the deck of cards I ain't tryna be the Jokers
Sometimes lifes

elucidated 
I build these walls of mine to lock out anything outrageous
Inside me is a child who was nurtured by the greatest, so I step outside my cages for

THE UNKNOWN MEANINGS

The principle of our existence is an undecipherable mystery
A secret that continues hidden from the eyes of humanity
Questions

you step
Around me no I ain't moving with a tech
Astonished by all my talents steady vexed
Y'all Bitter as shit
Never rub it your face
I love nigga how

pocket[01:52.42]Guess that's why I always keep a couple dimes inside the ride[01:55.19]It's Mr. Too Original, was born with the principles[01:58.11]Wishing death on me,

have failed every principle I once held dear
Forgotten who I am and why the fuck I'm here
I could never undo all the wrong I've done
But I can turn my

The Unmade Bed

Darren Hanlon

Little Chills

2005

I'm holding down a job penning poems by the kilo
Our guest is dressed by hand-me-down, hair designed by pillow

Tie shoes in bows
Walk tall in those

Born from fire and spirit
Darkness the root and base
Driven by the will of nature
Conscious, mortal subjects of fate

Powerless against the evil