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Fallen Homies
To all my fallen homies, know you're not forgotten/ I'm constantly pouring bottles in your memory/ When I'm awake, I feel your energy around me/ So I'm striving to be on top, on top is where my spot is/ I'm fighting demons trying to knock me off this mountain/ I work too hard to mount it, still feeling like I'm climbing/ Even though they want to knock and try to stop me/ They won't knock me off my pivot, trying to box me, I box 'em/ My homies were Malefic influenced and was persistent/ On doing the things that demons persuaded/ And the bed that they made, was the bed they lay in/ The demons they fought, was the demons I'm slaying/ From that drain in their brains, to that flame in their veins/ Spawning fire breathing dragons, blowing smoke like a train/ Front line banging that war drum/ Redrum that come with sniffles, you know my gist/ Like a fist punch, you catching a fist/ Or a wind you can't resist, you catching my drift/ We were dropped in poverty, so death is inevitable/ I'm here to give you knowledge/ You can eat up like edibles/ The same knowledge that Satan gave to Adam and Eve/ That turned them into God's, deprived them of Heaven's stool/ So to all my fallen homies, you will rise again/ Real homies don't die, we only multiply/ Rise and come together, we never divide/ Reverse domino effect, we fall and bounce back up/ Mass incarceration, population control/ Psychological warfare, brain washing the soul/ Homies don't have a chance, we are fallen/ We are only remembered by loved ones and homies/ That's why I'm pouring out this liquor every Sundays/ Locked up or in a grave, is the only way they want us/ Guns, drugs and money is our only components/ The government and the system is our only opponent/ Dark clothes, dark clouds is how we live our lives/ When we're mourning, depressed in our daily vibes/ We keep on living, regardless we won't ever give up/ RIP to the fallen homies that went back to dust/
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