1 Our story is was and going to be penned in blood so at the full stop we find tears no regrets and glory, more you and less me Mr Godz hear me I wana leave on empty , less them and more we and will never repeat this again like the wave travelled over the whole sea.
2 Buried
deep inside my chest where they can’t touch or see it is my dignity, infinitely
growing so I can pass it on to my seed, in the hope they don’t kill him in his
infancy and make my soul bleed.
3 Please
carry my name like Creed, your best defence is wisdom but first gain knowledge so
little man young king please read then unlearn
ask that question that make politicians ears burn , and don’t infected
by the “bald head” greed.
4 This brown
skin is a strange tittle deed, we defy the system of gravity because we rise,
we fly and Dr king lead , we also rock mics hold blocks hennesy and smoke weed.
5 Cut from a
different clothe the last kingz a dying breed, our soul cries like the sounds
of dying of saxa phone fighting perverted minds worse than white porn while
killing black unicorns.
6 There is
only one way to graduate from life and that’s death, but when the bell rings
will you be in first grade or a PHd ?
7 I manifest like the word “I was written,
broken teeth like American history X on curb, you only see my surface but truth
be told I am an ice burg, to my unborn your under the surface at birth the word
heard.
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