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Unknown Blood W/ Lyriclesolja Feat. Lyricle Prodigy
IP:
Lyricle Prodigy---Lord deliver me from this damnation
Cuz I'm sick n tired of this damn nation
With these fake ppl half heartedly embracin
After we worked so hard to no longa be facin
What our fore fathers did wit racist tribulations
I'm no betta cuz each and every day I battle temptation
Between doin your will and succumbin to satan
I find myself constantly at witz end
Cuz I prefer to have some fun and commit a few sins
In the back of my mind I know my chances are growin dim
Of even getting a chance to plead my case
Even if there aren't many reasons I should be inside heavens gate
I still feel I deserve as much chance as the next
But let me get a lil deeper so sit back relax and get transvexed
Better yet, get perplexed and a few minutes later you will be anexed
Now I'm gonna hit you wit da Jadakiss question and ask...
Why...do we as a people feel we have to whip someone's ass?
Why...do we cheat on our loved ones when we feel they won't last?
Growin up doin what we feel is best
Knowin damn well half the things we do are said in jest
Even if the "older age group" cant stomach and digest
That we walk our own path and dont follow their footsteps
And in many ways I feel that I've been blessed
To do what I do and not give a fuck about right and wrong
I figure "While I do it, why not get a few people to tag along?"
So don't cry for me cuz this aint a remake of an old sad love song
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Lyriclesolja---Listen as we speak,
These words of unspoken speech,
And hear as we teach,
Several things,
To be relesed.
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Lyriclesolja---Yo i half hartedly lie break the other half,
As my heart dies i see the light,
Through the eyes of my demise,
Another commandment broken,
I am the tails of the token,
Fore what i have done no man,
Will ever really truly understand,
The truth at my feet sins in my teeth,
Waiting to be spoken,
And Promises waitng to be broken,
I step back and get the feeling,
That im not the only man stealing,
Fore no man goes without sinning,
But if he stops he is winning,
Then it hits me the world is currupt,
With dirty cops robbers and such,
And the rest are left in the dust,
What happend to the good i used to trust,
What happend to the people i used to know,
Then i realize they were molded like clay doe,
Used to conform to people who try and show,
That there good people that are not mentaly able,
To wit stand the pressures of something unstabe,
How could this possibly be the good were reversed,
Why couldent they see they want them to burst,
Leaving them waiting to drink and dieing of thirst,
On his knees screaming please,
What we need is to be,
One thing,
A man with wings,
Then i see that this man is me.
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Listen as we speak,
These words of unspoken speech,
And hear as we teach,
Several things,
To be relesed.
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Thanks for reading..........
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