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..Soft Focus..
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Hypothisis
IP:
Lifes a science a full time lab
mistakes an pitiful rituals
no tellin how well life will stab
its all in the morals of the hiddin ritucul
I think we all gotta purpose to reveal our inner self
to let loose or opinion stop holden it up on'a shelf
an inner conflict of split wristes revults to this shit
of a dead body but who da blame but ya guns clip
no tellin, but im yellin im sick'a hearin lies an rumours
sencor out the black male an make life comedy humour
bloopers of misconducts everyday maturmony killerz
suppose everything is for the real hormonious dealerz
i aint fixin shit in life ye all dun fucked up no regrets
the saint just putten ye out like smoked cigrettes
thinkin you got life rapped in yah hand..your selfish man
turns out everything we do is screwed no1 understands
crackoligy on the street as if the materials werent laced
playen god actin like you aint no damn big disgrace
you was put in your place at a tender age of sixteen
you made a habbit of worshipping the obscene
police got us out for warnts wit paper as cuffs
call your self a wigger but ya statements bluff
your acts fucked, my hypothises is..you all mislead
you all good as dead in the casket wit blanket red
for some dumb shit that be runnin through your head
my hypothisis..people think they got something comen...but normally turns out..its just another fasle stament of people searching to get by an hide from the red carpet..so why was drama even started??...wen we all good as dead...
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