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lyrical society when all we ask is trust, born bread of the lust, we cuss so what the fuk, the childhood memories is no luck, looking but the time that ticks toward the future, then your mental is thinking about the past, so how can you outlast the crisis, of the sacrifces when time isn't thinking about you, can you get a clue, here the picture, the thought of you hace the figure, then your brother from another mother is quicker to pick up the trigger to kill a , sorry for my french, but ths is what a black man up against, who the trust, when you can't trust themselves
we all asking for help, but we all doing things for self, so please kneeling before God with your false worship, when you are not follow his rules and commandments, look at me, through he eyes that i compound to see, thing we have the belief, we can lay under the sleep, the slow creek, the slow weak, the rain have a slow leak, we all cannot seek at night the criminals creep, are you feeling me, are you seeing me, no, cameloflaged as I go, without hope the back is against the ropes, you just slipped on soaps
where can i go, when the options are limited, life is a privilage, death is around the corner, the peers have fears that they are going to mouner ya, thoughts creeps into the mental that wasnt never that simple, the thoughts are opportunites an its closed windows, let me finish, that wasn't dimished the crisis at hand, we both do not understand, the information, there are still races faces, for this world to feel what today , excuse my french again, living life in earth's pen, then the birth of the worst that was never cured
