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Ser už recueragues I'm like three books in, read so many men's quotes and Scripture that describes how so many sins choke the life out of the chosen, we got hung from the ropes and I ain't in this for fame, and I don't do this for the no man, I'm in this for the race, and I'm striding for the gold came out that these devils did my place with all I seen is woes they hear the cries of the elects That's my inner circle They teach me how to stay blessed and walk like no one hurt you Choose to be in the Friday, such a test, yo Especially when you used to have The squabbles without respect, yo Rebel bass online, they tried to test, yo And they really think they don't Much really equate to respect, yo They try to put your card Lasting on what you know Some BC banging They with the cowards on the low And they act like they your master Gotta answer when they call I look at him like, bitch I'm only begging by the Lord I'm on them plots and these ploys I hope this place gets destroyed But not until the children Had a chance to hear your voice Cry loud and make some noise My pots has been poisoned. Children play with toys. You don't have rocks at your boy. But I teach and move on. Listen, if it's a problem then go British. You see my knowledge not the video with me, my spirit's of dialogue wisdom. I came to the king of my beginnings. For those who judge me like I'm a sibling, yeah it's harsh but it's forgiven. After the harvest or weed it all get burnt up. It was no end it's all the turnips. City ****** with they pride out to do that you know they puffed up but you won't have that answer for your crimes and doing too much. It amounts to nothing. Excuse the language I'm still growing I'm nobody and yet I wrote this But even prophets sometimes poets I got my son in my arm as I speak this from the heart And the terms in the masterpiece bring the boots Now it's hard if I bleed it's for the fan If I fight I'm going hard to make a way about the jam Then I'll butter up my man so we can make bread for our lands So the next generation can stand on Saturday ground Check them out hands and build up your clan Bring them together and say amen Teasing the fear, the wisdom, and making them understand Without the low we ain't gonna win
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