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Prayed to God
To ask him who he wants me to be
Says you're a son of God My child
I Love you
And he gave me a nod
I'll fix your heart up And make it

confusing open your heart it get torn, it feel worn
I be counting the days till my child is born
Gone be strong like his ma, he gone fly, he gone soar
I gone

Times up, aint no amends to be made, you
Twisted my heart from the start then bent it out of shape yeah you
Stole all of my feelings then you laid em

tape with the rhymer
And I ain't out here trying to become just another martyr
Another man that don't wanna raise his child and be a real father
Instead

lost something
Something that is difficult to see
Stories like this often ignore he has a broken heart
Like everybody else, he's fragile as a child
But

the first time I wandered
From room to strange windowless room
My mind in a circle of madness
My heart like a corpse in a tomb
For thirty-three years I was

Of a man in love with malice,
The only thing that's served him well,
In time of need where battered angels dwell, 

Like a child playing,
Pretend it's

put them shorts back
Won't you try to cover up
Practice that exclusiveness
Make a man respect the game
Call me by my first name
Baby aint the same thang

shorts back
Won't you try to cover up
Practice that exclusiveness
Make a man respect the game
Call me by my first name
Baby aint the same thang
Hate

be bought from a shop

When one is brought into the world
By a child without a sense of how to run itself
It really don't take too long a time

the world by heaven's light?

Yes dearest child of mine
Fret not believe in me
I'll bring a blackest night so true
For all the pain you felt 
When they walked

a fantasy for fools

I'm lonely down below so surface for some air
Funeral processions
With mourners going by
Someone left behind still unaware
Of all

touch but if i say she say he say, I'm doing too much
I was living the teen life blinded by the idea in my mean mind
It's to all my lovers that I speak

spectrum of our art
The watercolour of our escape
& the twilight bread of our ancestors

Maybe the grace you hold
By your carriage is a sign
To shining

like to think
Bitches are queens
And bums gotta have dreams that they retain
Pride
I got a lion's mane
Think of myself as a Child changed
New hair but

But I don't need your disrespect
That shit I don't entertain
Speak to you just like a child
Not a word is said in vain
let em know the truth and keep my

head.

Fire in my heart, I’m finally putting paper to pen.

Or is it pen to paper? Maybe I’ll hit up Staples?

Maybe I’ll make 100 bil and put it

Child of the day
But I ride through the night
Led by the cloud and fire 
Why am I surprised
I can’t compromise 
I can’t get enticed 
You as cold

the streets,
kaleidescope of colors
A young boy smiles,
my heart blossoms like a flower
Magic whispers in the air
only dreamers can hear
Like being kissed by

And you'll spend your whole life
Tormented by a fantasy
Of a second chance
That will never come
Yeah
If your eyes ever
Shined when you saw
A boy that you

Gibeau in post-war France!

A hooker with a heart of black charcoal
I write poems to burn by firelight
Drink champagne and guzzle gin
Good girls call

Well I say
Spread the wings of your butterfly
I imply
Color me in begin to bring the fantasy to life
To avoid the confusion
We're in an illusion

to satisfy the lust
Filled with hatred and disgust
When I learned about you

A child molester cloaked by God's will
You're the one I want to kill
And bet your

worries
Just love I'm surrounded by, uh
I took a pause asked God why am I feeling this for?
It's simple you need to grow
So let me show you all the things