free..my kinda style
im most reckles wit my best rhymes
the least i can do when im workin off of (offa) talent
and my skills is divine,
i cud show u what i have and swear to God it aint mine
the world is deceivin nd nothin is what it seems &
u see the money, u see the women
the white gettin rich and poor blacks being killed &
body bags carrying cryin mothers clinchin to their children
desperate men screamin out to God
devil worshipers risin from the north
forcin men to worship the sun
while the east is wher its from
whether th wicked shall gather horns
but when ur demons in ur face
you will hate that choice you made
i see em tryina sell jesus
with they jesus pieces
like Judas they selling out
only lookin to keep th pieces
a lesson learned in life
to later pass down to my nieces
that when you see them leeches..
duece up, and keep the Peaces
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