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tell me what do you think about?

I'm tired of wars
It only leaveas sores
That's enough for me
End this fucking

I'm tired of so many deaths
I wanna see

a razor to my wrists, but didn’t have that in me either
So I balled up a fist, stared down the man in the mirror
And started beating his ass for being

on the entrance light, realizing I'd forgotten my scarf in the cab
Across the room you move toward the window, the room's only window
The deep blue night aglow,

a beast
Look at me, study like a conspiracy
This is pure, forget my privacy
Who is this?
With a bloody nose i look different
I see the mirror and nobody's

Dancing in September
Unfold my eyelids
On a Buddhist calendar
December twenty-five on an island
Squinted by the sun
All one
Skin tinted by the sun
All one

live a half life
She cleans pus from her hard eye
Smiles in the mirror, decides
Her choice either disobey Dad and risk death
Or prison jailed in her own

It's like
Frequency speak to me
We ain't really in control as we seem to be
Now think about it for a second
I don't know if I consider life a blessing

Losing My Religion

Kirk Franklin

Losing My Religion

2015

I'm losing my religion
Thank God
I prayed about my decision
How odd
For the man with the mic
To be the man all his life
While Christ-like

gather all the ghost versions of me
accompanied by the song of the tree of life
together they fade in peace for they shall be left behind
(left behind)

Would you cry for me
Would you lie for me 
Would you ride (sin)for me
Would you die for me 
Would you hold my hand 
Would you rub my hair
Would you

blowing up
My future started yesterday, I'm fine
But sure enough, I accept me for me if
Tomorrow ain't showing up wait
Mm right, ride, right

Flow hot

Blessed Assurance
Spans nations, no restrictions or a lot of fares
For all Humana's, rich or poor, heaven's version of ObamaCare
As you press towards

up
Ego up, ego up, ego up
My ego up
There's levels to this shit like
Floyd Mayweather's crib right?
Wrong, is the shit that I do for certain
Fuck

are in English and spoken by machines. I can understand and speak English quite well, but it is not my mother tongue and there was not enough time for

times crossed lines
Learned to pay attention every sign
Trust my intuition
Every word I speak as a magician
Reincarnated never died
Soul will forever fly

as a stone, his clothing torn
His hood stained by blood
Beneath a star so bright

Greetings my friend, are you alive?
Speak to me and grant me stay
The stranger

Brodie upstate felt like looking in the mirror[00:24.46]Know I got to make it wish my granny could've seen it[00:27.05]Said I had a plan but they left they

bloom
At least, I hope that be
But I still wonder why nobody ever really notices me
Maybe my timing's just off
Or maybe I speak too soft
But
Maybe they do

All this pain that it took
Yeah I Did It By The Book



Verse 3: 

I was once scared for me to speak my mind 
It was hard on me when my Uncle Darryl

Been bout my business 
The mirror my witness 
Nowadays people pay for the listens 
But they don't pay no attention 
Grab any check never check

you broke ass nigga
I used to say that to myself, when i came 'cross mirrors
Less handshake's more nodding's I don't fuck with y'all niggas for real
I

Musically inclined by the hand of God,
Made to eat the beat up like an animal
Wrote my first 16 at 32 in '21
Produced by Stow first, now Bless

I deserve
With all the versions
Of me
A maniacal laughter created by
The voices that hurt me
Haunted by my fear of happiness
"Oh I'm gonna make sure

to stand up a bit taller in the mirror (In the mirror)
Propping up my goals, vision's getting a bit clearer (a bit clearer)
Waxing off the haze, light