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see these boys flexin'
To me it look funny
He said if they flexin' and posin' and takin' these pictures with money
They ain't really eatin' they ain't

specific, just counting the minutes
Staring at the sky of monotonous buildings
Writing sad songs for fatherless children and whoever should listen
Fighting

were still opposing
We saw the bigger picture now we were for the motion
So we switched up our prayers said LORD let your will be done
Thy will be done

Live by shit
Heard the cap in ya song hadda stop
Dat shit
You don’t live by da code ya mother
Raised ah snitch
Loyal to my brothers I will never
Switch

April 2020
I bought a bunch of butterflies
Sitting by the window
I watched em grow and come to life
There were seven of them
They all made pretty

atake
Imma make
The most of myself, I'mma wake the fuck up
And start ascending the bookshelf
Acquiring a new wealth
I'm coughing shit up uncontrollably

to lie 
At three o'clock he told me was fine 
By nine 
By big brother had died 
That's the reason I get high 
Just to go pack to old pictures
Makes me

I was seeking therapy, 'cause I had something new to say
I had never got the chance to tell someone I feel some way
Got a check and went downtown

scorned
Why'd I ever think my chances with you'd last when he warned
That doing stuff behind the back would only crash and be swarmed
By that pseudo smiling

just pop out da blue
So Just show me ya truth
Poetic dreams by any means
My néw symphony
They love to say I did em wrong
Them bitches just my enemies

this horseplay gon turn me into a jockey
Never could cook I'm always burning the broccoli
Maybe I'm wrong for putting my faith in song
Should of invested

To love

I'm so glad I wrote myself and album
To pull me out when horribly wrong
Had to say it in multiple songs
She so abusive consumed by the noice
Her

Kadabra/when I hit her with the hammer she say Black Lives Matter (say his name)
2X

Ferrari dreams picture me rollin 488 (errr)/sorry not sorry miss we can't do

the broccoli
Maybe I'm wrong for putting my faith in song
Should of invested half in opportunity zone
V on my back and I ain't even wearing vlone
Three grams in

to new heights, looking and you might
Find me with a handful of stockings, fresh out the panty raid
Going through your grandmamma sock drawer
I been up in

own well
My mind made it to a place of perfect peace
My pure heart looked at God and saw me
Still filthy in the flood of my own eyes
Made holy by

come by (come by)
Alright
I never thought you were the bad guy
Taking, the pictures off the floor, to bed and collapse
Aching, forget the need for more,

gonna fade
Like a new phase of the Moon
I done wrapped up all my bruises
I could lay in a tomb
Social Media manipulation
Every day's consumed
By these

presence
Preventing anybody to judge me with some misconceptions
Like Warzone, I'm gone have to carry this song
New form of terror just like I'm Darth Vader,

some shit never change
So I'm changing my tone
Seeing crime back home
When I open my phone

Dead leaves gone fall
New leaves go and grow

Why so many

the picture puzzle make it self
Collect my checks then retire out the league
Walk down on a beat ima treat it like scream
Oh brother you suck get a new tag

And she'll reply wit not a thing
She always be kicking back
I call her karate queen
Picture perfect model frame
Ain't impressed by bottle gang ain't impressed

Blaxploitation

Noname

Room 25

2018

hypochondriac
I'm struggling to simmer down, maybe I'm an insomni-black
Bad sleep triggered by bad government
Put a think piece in a rap song the new age covet

Positively Bodies Parking Lot

Mojo Nixon & Skid Roper

Bo-Day-Shus!!!

1987

behind the Dipsty (?) dumpster of love
Lorna Doone queen of the ladies room got herself a new bridegroom
He's behind the rubble (?) there in the bathroom