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In my moments
Through space share my time 
Our moments
Can teach us
Albums my thesis 
Your bullshit 
Is weakness
Aborted the genius 
Grieving 
We get

Game Over

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

1st Verse
You better not play soft I’ll rip your face off

never die
Knowing when my souls at odds
Give my 2 cents, in lieu of feeling useless
Why every sheep is stupid terrified of they futura
They never present,

zone looking like jay-z when he in album mode
Just way better my homies lets go get this paper together 
And if you spitting in this building put your

Just look at George Floyd
 look at Emmett
They slaughter kids 
Father to my lil boy he got the right to live 
The Judging by the skin
They wildin out

Spittin venom, uh, had to hit em
Spittin venom, uh, had to hit em

Listen...
Skip the formalities, yall know who the nicest
Words pouring from my

look all around and see
you are the one
yeah every single time
you look inside
you figure out everything’s
right by your side

awoke my soul renewed my

live life contented, and not out of fear
I have ever been rejected by people I held dear
Constantly teaching myself on how to persevere
I value my mental

don't know who I am
And I'm
Getting tired of guessing shit
Day by day always stressing shit
If life's a test I've learnt my lesson bitch
Come expel me

all set up

Verse:
I could never sell my soul for a dollar 
I would never flip the script for no bitch
I would never feed the mouth of a snitch 
I would

that I ain't tryna fake
Quiet ass fans be the loudest when it's time to hate
When it's time to ride; nothin but empty promise by my side
All these albums

you get it just by rubbing a vase
And making a wish, but none of this is coming with haste
I sound bitter but that's just how it tastes
See my homie

We stay ridin' dirty and my soul stays educated
I always knew you could get high
But have you ever opened up your Third Eye
With fuckin' Salvador Dali

But when I was lost in this world my soul would lead the way
So don't tell yourself that you can't when you probably could
Dream big but just don't

through the forest
Playing with the magic
Spreading my wings
Connecting with nature
I can feel the music
Ancient song of my soul
I feel the mothers presence

to music

cnd with this pen I write my soul./

I write the rhymes that make my songs roll/

To keep my life in control/

cnd keep my mind on the goals/

I

La la la, la la la la
La la la, la la la la

If my soul was in a novel
You'd read the pages front to back
Scribble notes and savor every word
Making

But ain't no hope n him 
Den Layed him on that table 
Went to cuttin 
They den opened him 
By time they stiched him up 
That boy ain't even have a soul

this 556
They need checks from all the rhymes like this
Young padawons my alt right students
I've had albums banned off mics like this
Holy flow who got

luck, say my name and I'll ascend from the depths of hell, your soul I pluck, I don't even gotta touch you to win, wanna come at me it'll be like a cuck,

feel like I was chosen
Pressure in my soul made me tapped with my emotions
Tap in, couldn't give a fuck bout how they felt
I'm pulling up, in that e30

a new group
Playing out my blue roots
Baby got some new boots
Sure fire my soul shoots
The doldrums the dole troops
The ashtray the old doubts
The swag

in difficult conversations when it get hard
Sometimes I need to hear FEAR. and the rest of that album alone in my car, DAMN.
I think we all lacking

leave a eye witness
Barry White triplets, I'm grabbin em
Plus the Eddie Floyd Stax album in
The back by the bathroom
Knowin all this shit no one knows
Way