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And he gon' tear they ass up, simple as that
Young Swe, that man
Part of my life has been the point for unforgiven
18 years old and, I still ain't

the earth like I was God
Spit what's real, I couldn't pass façade
Shop out my seal, since I was a mass informant
Inside my mother's abdomen, uh
Grip by

crashing all around Us
I need someone inside with me
But with you by my side
We can do anything
And the cloud of this depressions
Got to leave out my bed

should wanna know
So where you wanna go
We going higher Than north Jamaican choirs
In Bob Marley attire
Giving praise to the father
Way above the hate
I

to play my part
People try to take advantage when you filled inside with empathy
I don't ask for sympathy, this world be cruel ain't nothing to me
Somebody

of so bad I felt like a living mutant,
It was an everyday thing it got old, so it wasn't new to me,
I didn't have no friends, so a cold heart it quickly

And shorty bad so I
I think I might pluck this one fruit from my labor
But I'm on a mission so the most I let her do is slop me inside a muhfuckin' Royce
I

they setting me on fire for their kids in coffins
Woah just another tale what's it worth to y'all?
Playing in my head now I feel appalled
Used to have

could've
Put me under the prison
My recent run ins with police
Has got me under suspicion
I bet they never find me
Guilty under my own admission
This shit is

right
She promises to see me soon I promise her to wait
She's still a country angel but I tend to overstate
The guilt is overwhelming and my conscience

still more than a gripe
Possess gun permit but his skin color the wrong type
Four-year-old kid inside; shook pig still light
Up the Oldsmobile; five

Roll the dice
Play it nice

Yet, we trapped with the lies that we have inside
Holding tight to the pride
Can't let it die
And we trapped by the world

'm still sleeping in your bed
And everyone I've ever loved is still asleep inside my head
I'm still out by the highway, collecting bleach-white bones

Still fighting but I have nothing left
Cause I'm drowning I'm drowning I'm drowning I'm drowning babe
Gray clouds hang over me, so sick of the rain

always have a nigga Waiting
Like I'm in the line at onyx to go Inside I'm still Debating
I just received a check from my Storage unit waiting
Everything I

up
Open up my wallet
Still ain't nothin' inside it
Go online, check my bank account
Nothin' there, but a small amount
Just enough to barely get by
So

song of love over you says God

Beautiful Beloved One I chose you to give me praise 
And lead the multitudes into worship that is done in spirit and in

inside of my kingdom
But he cannot be me
Got a god complex but I'm modest
So i call myself king
I'm asking why the good ones leave
Us stuck with rere

You

fire might acquire a choir
Or whatever they say the Reverend requires
I level with spies, I remember the buyers
Still kill at will, never was tired

are you pursuing still I can barely heal
And I see you making moves trying to be the mass appeal
Like, yeah I know that shit really fucked with me

of bad news
I have a fertile mind and I still play the game
Holes can be foes when the life wanna go
People of the world have their pride in their post

the club and bet nobody gon' move
And when somebody tell me they don't like what I do
I ask em, "Why" and ain't no reason they can ever give you
But it still

windows 
Sleeping with the widow, stepping on a primrose 
I ain't have no offering till you told me God wanted more
So been sleeping on the floor 
As I

Flicking back six wings with a swish
You are like a bitch
Let the choir sing

I'm an angel
Shoot me up into the sky like Grove
Looking fine in my fine white