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I'll find you in the mountains
We'll race the movement of the shore
The sky lit by the explosions
Don't like the daylight anymore

I can see how

Fragility climbs in the scariest times, I'm talking
Here and now every breath that I rhyme
Sunshine's getting devoured, by these meteoric showers

Ready for that
He's bout to be like his dad, Run away and never look Back
Another black seed Fertilized and raised by the Trap
Repeating the cycle of mass

Couldn't pay attention to the work that was given I stared at the window
Got lost in my visions, got picked on by many cause my teeth was to crooked
My

ready for that
He's bout to be like his dad, run away and never look back
Another black seed Fertilized and raised by the trap
Repeating the cycle of mass

life cycles grass stains scuffed on my jeans just a child in the wild learned to stand on my feet was back peddling fast break runnin no cleats barefoot

Marvel at the glory. (emotional anarchy) Play god with your desires, (Like father like son) draw you right into the fire. (sweet lullaby) Fight it with

Double homicide
My cousin and his son died
Two more dropped when his other son replied
A vicious cycle that remains
Repeating death and pain

Sometimes
You just got sit in the back
And act like you ain't know jack
My mind sparks neuron to neuron
Interrupting their cycle of downing a bottle

Animals relying on the weather
High emissions
Of cold lead
In the veins and brains
Of many children left dead
Waiting for the truck of life
To pass on by

not gonna preach and tell you I'm an angel
But I get to see from most others angles
Killing each other because of a payroll
Now a single mothers son's

a brother to a questionable fate
And now I clutch my son harder I can die any day
I'm just rocking back n forth trynna ride with the waves
But in the end all

in his heart 
KC was dead by the 3rd one
That wasn't even Judy real spot
Judy lied to get his head knocked
Judy stayed in the 7th ward 
About a block

the pistol like Malcolm by any means
Fo the love of green not the ones grandma whip in kitchen
But the ones that got me in a position to fuckin win it
I want

the absences of war
But presence of Justice
Justice Will always bring peace
So our son's and daughters Please sees Cycle of violence
And Let's have a peaceful

Peace is not the absences of war
But presence of Justice
Justice Will always bring peace
So our son's and daughters Please sees Cycle of violence

and doing shit that really ain't me
It ain't no excuse I be letting loose
All by myself trying to break the cycle of abuse
It ain't easy nigga
Don't know what

growth for this king
Emotionless with the cling


Wrapping pebbles by sink
Skipping stones and skipping school
But this boy is no fool
He use his mind

producers and abusers aren't quite ever as they seem

flushed down the drain 
into this abyss
and son it reeks of the darkness
the broken and remiss 
sinking

Welcome to my life where jits was spinning blocks
Mommas lost they sons at 13
Jailed at 14
Goddamn will this cycle ever stop?
My minds made up, I ain't ever

the police gon tag them up, (tag’em)
It’s a very vicious cycle, I’m tryna be a hood idle, (yes)
You need to put down that gun son and pick up that bible,

spirit gon bend the flesh
I swear I don't DIGRESS
Guess cuz I been High-less
I'm everything I digest
Cut you out the process
I'm surrounded by this

it's all overblown
No difference between a posh chair and a throne
If you over complicate things, that's when it all gets confused

His son sets away

be yourself son but you try too hard chasing clout done gone too far.
What you want
Pop ya collar stack some dollars to the ceiling
Save the drama for