Semper Fi
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IP:
There is no shovel to move this dirt
Through the hurt I use my hand
There is no dirt or sand that i can use on this land
No slick stone to create a throne
No chizled rock to mark this spot
Where my young king died...shot
he beared no crown just a frown
Smiles stay upside down
As the firebombs touched ground
Blew us sky high, my eyes cry
let the tears from my cheek sky dive
Create another Trail of tears
Dried up from the years
That tyranny has inflicted on my peers
I wanted help
But now i think were better off with out it
Use to have to keep my mouth shut
Now through the rubble i cant shout it
The words of help, stop, please
Put this pain in me
Or make this pain in me at ease
Dont save my life, it'll get harder
Tryna feed a sister with blown off arms
So i wonder should i starv her
Wants death but im afraid to give it
Tryna have her live life
When she dont want to live it
meh quick jot...didnt even looks back...Holla bitches
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Project List
The Classick Mixtape Vol (8/18)
Age Of Consent Mixtape Vol 1(16/16)
The Classick Album(2/16)
S&S Express E.P.(1/10)
Lot of back to back shit. Stay tuned.
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