Shorty knows the secret, half the strength of our home now
and for ever, our ancestors first did it
, they came and they stole it but we resurrect it and live it … I’ll do my best
to give it, so never again will they break the back bone to corner stone. If they
try they see the glocks’ tech9’s sawed off , and eagle all chrome. She calls me
the head but what she means is I am foundations , a house on faulty foundations
is sure enough to fall to fall… When the weather of life plays rough and it
will I get hit first, when there is lack or drought in any department of life
the children then her eat first…I eat last because I am strongest at night when
pray as a family I drop the first verse, I am not my ego I am the Cloud part of my promise was to demolish certain
parts of a generational curse, word is bond shorty hold accountable to until I a
riding in the Herse ...
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