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De Tod Motet//
Listen to my raw//
Observe my new law//
Innocent quench hunger waves//
With my black rhymes//
We are reaching the last days they say//
Be with me in soul and everyday//
Because i see dogs piercing sharp emotions to you//
And my truth is to make you believe that its true//

They say i seem like a threat to their financial shares//
Some even concluded that i seem like a male lion//
And about that; i think they know how i carry my crayon//
Because my soul leans against burning fires of the great lion//
Of Judah Jamaicans call him Jah Jah//
I'm under eyes of my father and his father who made him//
My life journey father//
I'm here to serve the people, not dictators//
My fellows don't be afraid of this fierce look its for worms//

When we preserved our talents//
Woke up early in the middle of dark nights//
Just to copy down what I've been dreaming the entire night//
How can i not fight?//
How can you try to make me look dump and useless//
All corrupt niggas and slay queens out there answer my damn questions//
God said i shall bring truth to negotiate deep alters of the most wanted need; the world//
And i never make empty promises//
Tor up your dirty papers because i'm a damn pimp//
I'm for my lovely world//

Setbacks triggers other ways of turning the world around//
Just like the adrenaline i was told about in high school//
I don't care who says a word my tutors also know about the dictated names//
Of every piece of God's creation we find on earth//
I would call it nicotine and name nicotine dirty sands and//
Muddy lands ravaging the law against corruption//
They may sweat to catch glimpses of my prescrption//
And to destinations the would take in actions//
But they won't stop talking because in truth telling i'm like a little kid//
I only care about how my people and toys stay clean and how they equally feed// 
Then i would play with my space kid//

I'm not here to make money nor seem famous//
I won't need the half of it to feed my family and jobless people//
Jobless?//
No//
Everyone is hungry these days;//
The blind//
The Kind//
The right//
Those who fight to reach the required height/
Those with sight//
Those with peace humour//
I don't know you can name them//
The crippled and those mentally dribbled//
The ones with only one single talent//
But kept in something called schlool//
Just to make funny out of him//
Blame me at least i make some sense//

Daddy i'm sorry i could have not dropped out of school//
Because back then i wanted to be a doctor like mama//
And bad this got between our love and you had to give mama some time//
I take my responsibilities like a thug//
But i think my mind was still amused by televisions of//
Corrupt spying//
I only needed the man's voice because it seems like i was//
A bull with horns and scared mama//
Papa i went through drama and trauma//
I don't know how many times people called the a rascal//
They are not wrong and so do you//
Rest in peace dad i could have used that time to learn//
How to diagnose diseases caused by fumes of their luxurious cars to save your life//
But now i think heaven has a new angel because the matter//
Is in the eyes of the product not the day of our death//
A breathless though lifting souls to greater heights//
I thank you God//

If i do all the i can and say what i feel is lethal to murder//
Of talents i'm locked in the comfort zone//
And the more i get comfortable is the more i get corrupted//
By what my heart tells me its a bonus to the people//
My lyrics are like one ripple//
This is the NEW life principle//

I want to give you a the path//
I'm a sinner but know that we have no idea of how heavy one//
Sin of my friend can double mine//
Someone ever knew about our love since she was born on//
September 28th//
This might be how God sent his word//
Take a risk//

I know i look manic//
Please don't panic//
We are in the same pain and graphic//
And I'm just in my thug life world//
Fighting for you and me//

I ain't going down this time//
They tell me about tomorrow//
What about those in the hunger's lair waiting for death to row//
Die, you guys are all tripping like hungry dogs//
How can she be clever and i don't know nothing?//
How can i be lethal and she be parallel?//
How come my brothers and friends out there are suffering//
And i'm here feeding by scents from your big utensils and// plates//
No! Go to hell//

I scream my suggestion and keep my middle fingers up in the air//
I would punch a thief to death at night for i know mama's is still in sight// 
Back stab us but we don't care//
At least our hopes are flying like a white kite//
Resemblance of peace and i know they are right//
There are clouds which looks white white//
That's God's bite//
And everyone is to remain shut//

I know how minister-son-and guards of corruption//
Played my little girly Miss Kay to let emotions take journeys//
To only bring back tears//
And all i could see is that i was still lacking the fearless to impress my bless//
It was like a curse//
And she knows i love here//

I know the truck that they used to deliver teachers who brought//
Confusion to the young eyes//
We are having big situations here//
The innocent are lost to prisons but the son is hidden behind the whereabouts of my girl speeches//

I traveled and stumbled a million times//
Every move i took was criticized yet the selfish with voices just looked at my rhymes//
I fought my way out and wiped the tears//
I gained thug life and the momentum to go forward//
Lets change and share the happiness//
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