Str8 From CopKilla Queens
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Bars
IP:
THE PAIN.... my mind plunges in this murder state~
a nigga is destined to die the bird of fate 5-0 question, the answer is i never heard of weight~
This is a foul town a crave to shed my skin and escape the hell of life~
as i peer into my soul's darkness i fall and drown in my well of plight~
cokey is coatin the blood stained wet cash after my smith and wess blast~
but the bullet wasnt fatal so the line appeared and left in his chest a gash~
It pains me to return to this murder scene i cant see remorse but knowledge is blinding~
scarring my eyes with truth i try to lie but destiny's stomp is grinding~
its hell sent heel into my tortured heart as i search with old medevil scars~
trapped in the past first my left then right eye search for solace beyond these evil bars~
incarceration weighs heavy on the scales of my thoughts did bloody paper justify the task~
i ask not for pussy thats only a stutter i only wish a nine to blast~
no hesitation for trigger closing trust this aint a easy answer~
life in heaven's polar opposite drops my sickness down to the lethalness of cancer~
Inject me with hell frozen over chill my bones so i may louder hear the rattle in my heart~
Thump thump it haunts me in my dreams this purity is the tattle of my part~
i speak non truths but seperate souls breathe the adverse into my fibs~
evil and monstrous the beat continues and speaks adverbs in my ribs~
i walk drudgingly in my shirt and tie toward heaven does justice ring a bell?~
but denied i was now i'll spend life crying consider tears as i weep and sing in hell~
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