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Fragility climbs in the scariest times, I'm talking
Here and now every breath that I rhyme
Sunshine's getting devoured, by these meteoric showers

Ready for that
He's bout to be like his dad, Run away and never look Back
Another black seed Fertilized and raised by the Trap
Repeating the cycle of mass

a brother to a questionable fate
And now I clutch my son harder I can die any day
I'm just rocking back n forth trynna ride with the waves
But in the end all

not gonna preach and tell you I'm an angel
But I get to see from most others angles
Killing each other because of a payroll
Now a single mothers son's

I'll find you in the mountains
We'll race the movement of the shore
The sky lit by the explosions
Don't like the daylight anymore

I can see how

the time to do it right
We can do anything, do it tonight
I ain't new to this, see I'm true to this

My steps are ordered by God, so I can't lose
I'ma tap in

mergers
Now what matters morphed into a
Thread happy thoughts I had to say
Goodbye to birds
I had to more or less disturb the current cycle
Of events by

a possibility that You'll look at me differently
Love, ever since the first moment I spoke your name
From then on I knew that by you being in my life things were

Trapped in a cycle, visions of nightmares
So im grabbin a rifle

I'm the stalker in your nightmare with the Shinney blade
Giving both ya parents à neck

the supervillain armed dealer
To the divas
Catch, amongst other world scandals
Butter pearl handles to match
Your girl's sandals
Plan was hatched by a pack of old

in Al-Anon 
Real life, no scripts, like when Jimmy Fallon's on 
Ants versus Mastodon, everyone tryna be the Don 
While my oldest son's middle name is

existence with consistence in my polo shirt
Then reassert my confidence with compliments I don't deserve
I calm my nerves by plotting for the day that I might

Just Business

Defari

Bomb Worldwide

1997

What up Kamal? (word up) Doing my thing 
What you think about the def dumb and blind in the 9 6? 
(Word brothers is blind to the fact son.) Can't

1987

Saul Williams

Amethyst Rock Star

2001

room
Furnished with tidings of your doom
Or pleasure, whichever feathers[?] decree."
Yo Ralph is he talking to me?
"No I'm talking to the sea son's

Tears of pain running down my scarred cheeks
Choking on the sobs, soaking all my bedsheets
Outnumbered by voices pushing this coward to flee
Fighting

Freedom of spirit is carried by chariots
Led by the white horses of unveiled silver twilight
Sunlight and moonlight completed their cycle
So dynamic

Rainin

Slim Thug

We Make the Rules in the Streets

2004

fake snakes, and break the cycle of pain
Man it's shife in this game, so trust no one
And if some drama come your way, then nigga bust your gun
Nigga

Hood bible 

Lord forgive my sins 
For all I’ve been since 
Ghetto cycle just make us grown in all your battles
Them niggas fighting ,hustling for

I pray everyday..
But I think I'm losing my faith, by the moves that i make. But I’m choosing my fate, but if I sedate, tell the world I was great

son, tryn'a make amends my dad still
But it's mad ill knowin that we fought, the last time I saw him was a bad thrill
Face bleeding from my forehead, but

a little bit longer
She drowning in her own puddle of sorrow
She crying you’ll better by tomorrow
Around and around that’s how the cycle go
My cloudy mind,

Dead eyes may yet see
The path of a pilgrim in blessed disease 
Suppressed and ensorcelled the cycle repeats
May a hopeless heart sever the bindings

Frightened by the height
Still gon' make this climb
Been lit off this bullshit
Since I was like seven
Heavy in my mental
Heaven metal weapon
Sh-shooters they

FedEx and UPS. They meet every morning from how they know each other by name. Morning Ralph. Morning Sam. Whoa, Whoa, Whoa. What did she get today?