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to son
And hold the smoke until our conscious one
Heed wisdom, from a mind that constantly runs
I've questioned my mortality in times past
I honestly think

the present you better be gracious
Thank God for the people that stick by your side
If you can't take the time to be patient
You'll never reap all of the fruits

dropped 'the one I love'
I Remember when I thought I wanted none
I've got two step kids and now a son
I take pride in being a dad
But You the greatest mum

crushed by the sole of the
Seed the woman
Yeshua soldiers bruh
Sit back relax let him take control of ya
Game in need of renovation why we holdin up

the morning
From the reborn, to the teenage
Ra, the highest peak up in the sky
To Oon, the wise in the afternoon
When you become mature, looking for the cure
By

me
Cutting thistles, paint drying on your face, wherever you stand is a wonderful to be

So cycle safely in the clothes of yesterday and here by Rootle

and my boys stay clan'd up
I'm impeccable, Mr. Incredible, y'all are my sons imma dash when I get to the pedestal
Off this edible, kick back in

Death, and destruction searching for me, yet I am still here
Alive
Death flees from the the more I seek its perfect refuge
The days go by silently

clingy
When strong ones around
Attached
Like a son to a parent
Looking for a figure
It's apparent
Need The Love of others
Stop the cycle here
Get a few

thing to stand by
And I think you should go and die
My name is MC Death. I like things to die
But the only question I have is who, what, when, where,

This shit by ourself each year then it's a redo
Cuz annually niggas forget I'm ill we see who
Got potential
Flex ya rental
Niggas is accidental
Got ya

And they don't want drugs
They really lookin for guns
I just want money
I'm really looking for funds
Mothers live in pain
They really missing they sons

Of course
Shitty cycles I'm fucking tired of
So I broke em
Big spender
Getting money and chain smoking
Big tipper
Know I'm with you
Been in them kitchens

Circus in town
And we're all here to bow

Burning the flame
A sentimental rage
This ain't the same
As our grandfather's page
One by one we watch the calm

your mind decayed
Thoughts delayed by never played
But then again, sometimes you think sometimes you don't
Sometimes you're dumb, sometimes you know,

momma
Ya boy grown up
Got a son of my own
Can't be a fuck up
Time well spent
And the lessons consumed
Around the dinner table
Thanksgiving food
I'm

the grief's gone
Ill regard for the broken homes and mother's left to hold their
Sons and daughters, husbands, fathers, ripped away by the will of monsters
But

Yeah
My future found me last night, then stopped by to paint a picture
Sunny skies and rose pedals showing me how to make a difference
Couldn't

The joy and pain third rock from sun
Not all in vain though it's all been done
I've been named a Leimert son
The cycle spin we've all been spun
In

I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I couldn't keep my eyes open, couldn't catch my breath
Got caught up in a cycle of lascivious lies

brother intimidated by colors
Is it real? The story of the knowledge John Yakub discovered
Thank Ya for saving us through his son. I thank Yah that I'm

don't just join in
You was anointed by the main one
And if you got a problem, then just say something
But if not, then let's blaze one
Ok son
Now watch me

sought to claim
Taken out a home
Broken city
Broken everything
Daddy in them cells
He was bonded by them fuckin chains
Family not my blood
Just my kin
With

killed
Over some dumb ass shit
How you think I feel
When I see every other post?
A man who resembles me
Gets casually smoked
By some so called hero
Who