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My bird was so early I was with the wolves howling at moon,
Pray I die a king like pharaohs in the tomb,
I sing and hope words balance out the wounds,
Common scene to see dreams turn fiends pisa leaned tower off the spoon,
These our standard cries for help,
Lose your purpose in sins just to find yourself,
Tryna make my sons shine,
Give em what horizons felt,
Get it from all sides like sedans,
Potato on the barrel to small fry all they plans,
They can all die where they stand,
Tryna apartheid on my land,
The devil be working hard but the job tied to my hands,
Do away with errors and gift all of my living weakened,
By they terrors and give a lift from these wicked leeches,
Astaghfirullah for complaints on my fickel reasons,
If niggas feel penny-pinching that’s when they get to the nickel-squeezing,
The key mission is opportunity,
Whatever my portion know in your heart thats you and me,
I share my labor then consume the fruit,
The safety broke; my shooters shoot,
We not the same; my team got rings, you was more Zoboomafoo,
Uh, Pretty hard to trace a nigga likeness,
While they study fool’s gold I outpaced Mr. Midas,
My ground based in enlightenment,
And torment,
Textbook example of soft ass making hard head,
Life beat it's meaning into me til its palms bled,
To know yourself, it begins where it all ends
Baptized by fire, We was showered in hell,
But the hands must be anointed cuz we won what they dealt,
I been on point since the Celtics with Delk,
Kiss the sun so I could em its real
Baptized by fire, We was showered in hell,
But the hands must be anointed cuz we won what they dealt,
I been on point since the Celtics with Delk,
Kiss the sun so I could em its real
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