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It’s warming
that global
exterior of circumstances surrounding us
Burning the crust, raining acid
reigning terror over us
In love with Satanic lust
the music; dangerous
Set ups, upsets, grammy award
nominees, rituals unfolded on the
TV
The kids, hey young world
causing disaster
The streets of Black America
ground zero, they’re bastards
No father-it’s tragic
Our country, parentless
out of control, suicidal tampering;
dabbling, involving and including
volunteers slipping and sliding into
the illusion
It’s a hop skip and a jump
to conclusions
when confused from the bumpy road
of spiritual contusions
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I WILL MAKE YOU LOSE SLEEP,
LIKE ELM STREET,
THIS AIN’T NO FUCKING DREAM,
YOU’LL BE UP IN THE
KINGDOM HALL
PRAYING THAT SOMEONE
CAN WAKE YOU
STAY WIT ME, I SLAY LYRICALLY,
TORTURE THEORIES, EXPOSE SKINS HIDEOUSLY,
I’M ORIGINAL, FUCK IT,
i’M A PEDIGREE,
SO MANY DEGREES, FAIR IN HEIGHT,
TOP OF MY PLIGHT , WHO GOTS THE FIGHT,
LEFT CROSS, SPIT THAT SHITT,
UPPER RIGHT, MY SHIT IS TIGHT,
WALK ON thin lines
LIKE COKE LINED,
BOUNCE UP AND DANCE, GIVE IT TO HER RAW,
PEACE TO RUSSELL, BABY, I LIKE IT RAW
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It’s warming
that global
exterior of circumstances surrounding us
Burning the crust, raining acid
reigning terror over us
In love with Satanic lust
the music; dangerous
Set ups, upsets, grammy award
nominees, rituals unfolded on the
TV
The kids, hey young world
causing disaster
The streets of Black America
ground zero, they’re bastards
No father-it’s tragic
Our country, parentless
out of control, suicidal tampering;
dabbling, involving and including
volunteers slipping and sliding into
the [...]
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I don’t know why I
keep doing this
Writing for free is
like slaves
picking cotton
in a field of
dreams,
Teams huddle round
fallen brothers
pouring drinks, I
think
they think that’s
cooler than
Cocheese
I see’s
through the blinds
like
Stevie
Who me…
Shon Love/Rahsaan Ali
post this,
ooo wee
Who me?
I’m he,
lyrical fucking genuis,
u eye to eye
wit my penis, I planned it
like Venus
Ha, LOL
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For reasons unknown,
love has shifted its shape
twisted destiny’s fate,
emasculation of fate
2012 heartbreak
Do not take
any of those orchestrated words seriously
perils of history, hear the ocean
in the shells
past breeze
over the souls wading
in the Red sea
Cyclops
who see, who will beam
laster tag assasians, pin-point, Battle Star
Galactica
A space odessy,
spoofed, like Harlem
Nights
being filmed in Manhattan
Echos bounce of the clothes
sported by those
racing [...]
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Danger(Trust Me)
You can tell just how racist America really is
A skeleton and hockey mom making a run for president
Collectively as one, voted in by republicans
Look at the direction the compass is going in
Healthcare with no health, less section eight
Put the difference towards republicans
so another president can get head again
Then lie to America with a straight face
Fucking nationally and personally
Hillary didn’t [...]
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Worth the mile
Secrets exchanged, laughter
released
Two distant souls, just never
meant to be
Or is that just fate’s way
of dictating surrender, so easily
In reality
No one agrees on everything,
in my world and universally
Love is never perfect but often
given just as much as taken,
not neccessarily in agreence
or that arrangement
So all the pointing
and accusations, observations
of anticipations
is all part of one’s personality
dying in [...]
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CHAPTER 1
“Sorry I’m late y’all,” China said entering the family room. Caine and I had been waiting well over an hour on her late ass. Women. You know how it is.
“So, what’s up? Did I miss anything?” she asked?
I looked over towards Caine.
“I’ma be straight up” He began. “The cheddar is really [...]
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08 Too High
CLASSIC AND LIMITED COLLECTOR’S EDITION
This is the true psychological outlook on one dealer’s life. The ATF-DEA-FBI-CIA-BCA, all that is real. Whut up to all those who know what I’m talkingabout. Others say, naw but ended up getting knocked wit they nickel and diming a–.
Cover designed by my sister
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“I’m free
Or am I really
Lord, Will I ever know liberty
Can I be a green bitch, hold a torch in my hand
Stand in the water, the masquerade, concealing my black ass
Misconceptions of elections, segregated in certain sections
We’re the unaccountable minority majority with no protection
Not by any means are we safe in our own streets
The nuclear arms is in the hood, George
Why you overseas
The police, it’s crazy
They arrest us like cardiovascular, inner city massacre
Free South Africa. Sarafinaaaa.” She sang. “Free South Africa.”
It’s all a set-up, like presidential assassinations
Guns, politics, genocidal mutilation
We/ all/ live/ in/ a/ rhythm/ nation
A drug-addicted nation, The C.I.A. in LA, teaching how to kill an entire generation”
She bent over and inhaled deeply. “Whew”, she laughed standing back up straight while perspiration dripped down her forehead.
The audience cheered and stood as she recomposed herself.
“Real shit. Are y’all feeling
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It’s a new day, same ol’ light
Christian Elijah isn’t going down without a fight
Collaborative religions, Dow is going down, money’s tight
America’s pulling out, let the Middle East commit suicide
Christianity is the way of the wolf’s cry, bite the camel walking by
Mad bloodshed, massacre in the garage, survive off the water in your humps
Ain’t the Bushes about to be some [...]