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In the bathroom mirror
At the party where I took a deep breath
Playing catch-up to the version of myself
I hadn't met yet

Just looking for a sign

for much
I'ma show you real love cause it's deeper than lust
It gets deeper with trust
When I speak and you blush
When you peek in the mirror
Now you

We All Make Mistakes
We R All In The Eternal Memory

Transpired by higher
I desire to rise into the sky
Third to the most high speak with utmost

Let It Rain

The Underachievers

After the Rain

2018

they've done
I ain't pointing fingers when I face one
I ask the very least they show me love when my capes hung
I just live for me now
Myself on a speed

talk to me peeps
If we gon speak it when we woke, we gotta dream it when we sleep
A week go by then we right back to the same beat
We Killing up each

Think Market

Black Market Militia

The Black Market Militia

2005

speak on the past, Egyptian late periods
Look at my pad, misused shapes and imageness
Conscious lyrics, spoken through hieroglyphics
We cuenin' it for

far from perfect, but serious with my worship
We've been purchased since the day he tore the curtain
We're not worthless, our life has a new version

Conspire to kill you
Like Bilderberg or the Skull and Bones
Illuminati and all of the secret societies
Listen while I speak and
Organize all my priorities

trending
I want a zoot to smoke that's never ending
I went away for abit but it weren't to get sectioned
Flirting with death every time I close my eyes

Yeah

Pale Horse!

Apex before the peak
That's a metaphor rather bleak 
For my limited experience
Already scared to speak 
But standing neck to neck

been through
Don't care to be sharing it
Maybe I focused on parenting I could be there for my …
These words that I speak now are microbe to the way I

the phases
This new level got me wanting sleep for instance
My nose got me mistaking deaths scent for an incense
(Preach)
I ain't finish let me talk to 'em

When it's my time to go just let it be so
There was nothing else probably going for me
It's thoughts like this that just won't let me sleep
It's too

I’m by myself in this cold world
Just tryna find my way out of here
There’s nothing but misery in here
Too many days in depression
Im stuck on flexin

of all my might
I collapse into a lesser version of my being
I profess no more truths, I crave for new beginnings
I feel trapped in a web, I can't see

distrusted

I been staring at the window tinted benzes
Mirrors slicky shiny nineteen inch rims rinsed for business
V twelve, four-Seater leather wheel under

em down with aquafina
The school teachers is asking em for the answers please
They grab the trees and backwoods and peel em like tangerines 
And you

knuckles
Search for the twelve jewels, or at least the master emerald
Master plan scheming on dreams, bind ambition by the seams
Let the one winged angel

Mac 10 Handle

Prodigy

Return of the Mac

2007

wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
Schemin' on you niggaz

By myself in my four corner room watchin' Hard Boiled
I feel like I'm crazy, my brain on drugs
My

have to claim empathy and speak wide eyed apathy as a first language
Denying it's a language we were taught at birth simply by being born in the first

Hell as such
Hell has it's turn, Hell knows as much
So lean upon your rotten crutch
Leaves death's key at the foot of my door
Under my wicker mat that

feel it is necessary 
when you haven't for several years
I just want to stay young when I see my reflection in mirrors
Or make a living off of selling

Fuck is you saying?
Motha fuck your pledge
Boosie flips remind me to look in the mirror and pray to Nip for revenge
Reflection saying fuck your amends

as
If I cursed the above
Or disrespected somеone he admires
Or еven loves cut deep
Death be the rotter that can
Come for the weak found withered by