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breathe it seems that peace and love sincerity held dear to me not nearly seen by u and proof is in the eye of truth to soon be clear to see just read and weep or freedom speak cuz either way we free ta leave and be at peace  believe and be a beast or be asleep and dream at least u restin be fatigued and breathless helpless left wit broken glass shattered sad shed the last tear I had felt it stab right to the abdomen faster than fast laugh at him losin a drag thing of tha past greener grass after him packed him a bag spat at him left wit a stag ladder men set to be cash handlin glad for them I’m just a bad canidant guess I should vanish then happy then pat on the back slappin me when I should actually catch me a cab back to the factory stack me a salary challenging staff after a battery eager ta jab at me tag me and bag me then slid on a slab savagery Had to be this isn’t that sadly it’s gravity vision is trash cannery piss in a can splashing me hit wit a fast pack a three mixes that match magic a mystery hand tragedy this is a tad damaging look at what’s happenin stuck in a black vanity panicking standing in sand stranded and stagnant a passionate dragon I’m chasing and catching it face it u crashin and landing in acid I asked fir a hand and instead got my ass kicked and left wit no bandages sand in my wounds and scratches a fool without practice not new to these antics wit damages scandalous tactics and tantrums thrown at him he dancin wit devil skippin and snappin ain’t Askin for better  just let this shit happen send letters to heaven and tellem git at em tap in wit reaction a laugh and a napkin cuz captain is slackin and sad reality facts snap him in half anatomy look at him damn travesty lackin sleep need him a samich a nap and a bandage for wrappin these hands that bleed Manage to stand on feet sinkin in sandy streets leakin no land for me peace is a fantasy last and least victory lap passin me limpin on flat sad to see family fixin ta crash git him some gasoline patch him git back to speed fast it could be his last heat on this track meet it’s a drag race and a sad case to be last place with a mad face cuz u damn late it’s a damn shame shouldn’t a damn came wit that lame trash trade him in gave him his bad name and his bag blank ain’t no paper in it no weight it’s indegent sick how it is feelin this limited all due to ignorance hindering niggas significance will it end or quit when realism hits take a miracle spiritual intervention Devine rewind remix this shit and reap benefits or demenish be ended be witness of senseless acts violence and distant attacks riots and missiles and straps hit u or miss u it’s facts this truth it slaps u it’s proof adapt to it or nap snoozin u git whacked foolish to sit back n bullshit move stack or be clueless you stuck on stupid goof shit oops shit tripped fell in a stool pit and it smellin like hell in this bitch true this mood pissed blue moon two clips if the shoe fits blick on go wit a kick like Bruce k

R&b sexy wit it, blues, soul rap, male