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a direction by only learning
I just push the pedal, until my feet become numb while it is burning
Two figures on my shoulder, suddenly my conscience lurking

Is

A blind man still has visions
He's granted such clarity and
Ordinarily it
Never gets considered
Your journey
Is all defined by your attitude
Quite

All by myself, I need help, will you help me
I'm not me, I'm not I, I'm not self
Control me
This is the old me
The painful, I'm sorry
The shameful,

It's time we take a look
At intrinsic visions that got us shook
Dimensions skipping a beat to the hook
Of pretentious decisions of defeat written by

inhibited by the shift of man's nature
And the descendants of time the ambition of the mind
So to destine the aforementioned of what has been

Amidst

the trap, in the system lead to prison. 
Cause you know we all tracked, by a model they call prism,
Take your face off the map, it all depends how much you

to sleep
Cause my thoughts are always haunting my conscience
I'm in a prism, not a prison
A vision that was twisted by my kin when I was little
Now if life's

Mounted Up

J.I.D

DiCaprio 2

2018

and balancin'
Hard work, callouses
Gripping the challenge by the cabbage
And I'm blackin' 'til it's no longer a factor
Murder the murder the game, kill it

to the mate of my soul, 
I'll get by, 
On some scraps and some bones, 
Not a penny in my pocket, 
Not a care in whole world, 
Yeah I'll be there, 

I don't want

foot, still hop to the bridge
All rah, rah, a pox on your kin
Pass through the prism, maintain position
Knock over everything, walk away whistling
False

Verse 1:

It's The mind of the adventurous, used to being shy but he mischievous,& catch em by surprise like Christmas's,  now that I got everybody

The Birth

AZ

Decade 1994-2004

2004

words spoken
By a brother attemptin' to open
The graves, of these mentally dead slaves
Who've been lost on a cross, for decades
And centuries, lookin'

I'm confessing to this vodka this stress will get you popped up
A walk by black pea coat the desert E spit nonstop
Cease ya'll plans I plan to live I

each one trying to be lords
The secrets of the universe revealed during war
Spoken as a friend by the original source
Transmigration of the soul through

the shape, but never the colors of the prism
You traded in all your wisdom for the black and white of knowledge
I steady say fuck the system here with

Set it off!

Verse 1 (Hempzee#93)
In all I do I put a beauty to
By my obligation for creation for my crew
Whether it’s writing, rappin,

stoicism
In my special little prism in disguise
Yall not ready for the trip it's
Gonna make you so vulnerable
Go sit down n get comfortable

Deaths greeting

We'll have it
From the outside looking in I'm getting by
Collecting every thought don't make you wise
I had a plan, I had a simple plan
I saw it fall

as a prism
Now I'm counting my glories, cuz
Demons are knocking my door, when I remain in silence
Show them how to quit
Cheering by the mirth of the past

the mop
Cautious or not every nigga get got
By that nigga thats hooded all black spilling time
Dripping im dripping im dripping a lot
Niggas be tripping

debilitating stances defiant of scourge
Society yawning as silence passes by to answer a mass call

Try to type and Skype a violent virus by mind's design

By the light of the moon
Reflecting shadows on our lunacy
Traverse this madness calling
And Icarus is falling in our name

By the light of the moon

Spent all my dough on my linens
Lack the melanin to be embellishing
Lyrical Ritalin Hellish and riddling
What the Hell is it
Just a middle man blessed by

to deepest blue
Every color in me wants to be seen by you
Don’t fade in the dark, let them see
Every color in you wants to be seen by me

We are a spectrum