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- In Memory Of...

 

Yo, life's web wants me in debt and tries to collect my breath as ransom in return for my soul's silhouette. How deep does shit get? Is it worth the Bentleys and jets in this jungle of sheer cons and devils with breasts. I mean does everything happen for a reason, the change of seasons, even the slugs screamin' to stop you from breathin'. It seems we're all a target in this mosh pit. The world be spinnin' lopsided, that's why I have my logic.

We are what we are - musical contrastsound clashbomb blast
We are what we are - musical contrastsound clashbomb blast
So don't tell me how to act - how to be - how to live
We are what we are - forever live or die
Don't tell me how to act - how to be - how to live
I am what I am from beginning to the end

My conspiracy theory threatens national security, speaking clearly, you assholes don't hear me. Walked the psychopath of Timothy Leary when cell therapy wasn't curing me, God put fear in me, scaring me. RIP Kamau Jahi, quiet warrior with dignity, still with me spiritually, forever in memory. Cut throat - who ill as me? Soulfly. Flight attendants ain't got shit on me. You reap what you sow, so I try my hardest to harvest good crops regardless if most artists are garbage - with godless content. To be honest, the chronic plus my fondness of alcoholic products held my spirit in bondage like convicts. Gettin' blunted wasn't pungent, overabundance of dumb shit had me living low-budget. Conflict. Indo had my mental growth stunted, cut friends out my circumference I used to run with. Rose above it. Fuck thuggin' and clubbin', I got one in the oven, plus my girl's talkin' husband - she buggin'. My method of flowin' expression through poem, salt of the Earth like the ocean - God's chosen spokesman. Creation to crematio
n, to be blatant - fuck Satan - pape

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