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of everything...
'Cause the blood in my mouth is nothing in front of life

The cross, the wrath, and the poems...
Cold crime extinguishes my fury
The prayers,

all

Everything looks in order, there's a smile on every face
Could it be the misery ran a mile from this place?
What if I've been accepted or has my

Green
You may wonder what I mean
Well let me tell you everything
I watched a college kid pee outside of Shots
And he got tackled by a cop
I heard shots,

The joys of life and make up
But it simply can't remain
No
I can be too on guard
You can be too turned off by this
You had me all figured out
And now you

McQueen I wave hello below me watching crows as slow as sloth cus I'm a boss I cross the line I'm fine with moss growing on everything around as a bolt

I've lost
My faith
In others
Beliefs are
Under ravines
If not crafted
From my hands
Then what is
There to believe
With everything
I've achieved
I've

bitch, cause' the last one ain't hold me down
Tic-tac-toe, cross out three in a row
First day out the door with the strap, he like here we go
Sold

If you never really tell me
What you're feeling on the inside
Then we're really just pretending
And the wires are gonna cross in no time

It's so

to a cross with slits, bruises, rashes shining across my wrists
I'm the rap god, I'll get mad and then walk again
Give me a copy of DAMN. and Slipknot by

you ever see forever in my eyes, or was I a mistake?

I've spent countless sleepless nights, thinking if I cross your mind
I gave you everything I have,

There's a whole wide world inside you
And I wanna sail your mind let's
Cross the oceans
At high tide

By tomorrow you might find
Your yellow heart no

to piss in
Playin' kick the can my stick in hand pockets itchin'
Watchin' children 'cross the fences with lots of privilege
On the same stoops that

that’s being made is not gone prosper me. 
Probably, a matter of the strings and double cross you’ve seen, 
pulling at ya heart, your mind perceives by how

My days are numbered
Hours fit in little boxes
Cross them off
Another month goes by
If times a healer
Then I should be feeling better
It's been

on business
Bitch then I'll see you later
I'm still getting myself stable
Putting on for the label
Everything glitter nigga ain't gold
You know my plate still

our world is lost
we are cattle for the slaughterhouse 
our words are walls
prisons of flesh all around us

the cursed day of a birth
pulled by

my tank of loneliness
I'm running out of everything
Except these stupid words
Sugar, you're the setting sun
A bullet fired from the gun
Of repetition,

a tough game but the money keep me motivated
Probably why I got these girls getting X-rated
I got family cross the world
No blood but we game related
No

it ain't gonna take too long
Yeah, I could be minding my business Yeah, then it seems like in minutes I get caught off by surprise
Facing my demise,

I'm giving You due honor and praise

For by His words I must abide
Day after day
Everything from Him I can ask
I bear Christ's name who lives in me
In

lair yeah
And I bet you think it's overhyped
But If you sit right here ima show you right
Boy ima break them pockets by the end of the night
Ooo

and you lost all your health
Taking my style, and you hang it by a belt
Laying around in the house, and I'm ripping apart, and I'm breaking in everything

Sweet Treat
Let me be your Sweet Treat
Sweet Treat
Cross the room, smile so sweet, bite that lip while your watching me, eyes don't lie, desire cant

day I'll know
If I go, there's just no telling how far I'll go
I know everybody on this island
Seems so happy on this island
Everything is by design
I