Dont Kill Yourself
no giving up
no giving in
dont kill yourself
from that
you cant repent
once was lost
now
lets begin
Divine is here
destined to win
till the fin.
Keep it real
they all pretend
You feeling broken then
im your fix
rhyme style ominous
seemingly mix with an oxford kid
I spit a drug &
yall hooked on it.
Prophets make profits
So i taught my bro
how to cook like this
said he couldn't
when he was kid
but
i could never get with
the couldnt ****
Excuse my French
Honey,can you keep up like mustard did
Them Dj's Know
Comma Culture is the covenant
Some hate me cause you loving it.
Like Micky or D'z
Nuts could run your Government
Killumini
made of Egocentric substances
A Queens eternal loving
feD Kings for infinities & Eons
You act ungrateful to a Good Woman
Man
u ah peon/
African before American
Or european
i know im Sancient in fact
how i swag a light
metaphysical rap
but if im physically free then
why is it so hard to escape these traps
D' Evilz want a lost slave
all minimums and no living wage
Truth Rhymes And Poet Soup
Bitter & Spicy but eat it
I Promise it will taste sweet
as you start digesting the meaning
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