Words that i've spoken in the past, seep through and poison my dreams/
the battles that i've lost and won will never go away it seems/
i'm fall into an endless pit, a black whole full of souls/
of demons who woes and lost memories of forgotten flows/


GET THE FUCK OUT MY HEAD! THE CREATOR OF THIS IS DEAD!

Open mics still lurk with collaberations with past companionships/
the damages these verses inflict in me is more than slaves to whips/
the devil lurks in the ko's that i gave to spul and he returned to me/
never beef, it's what you call a true battle between family/


THE SHIT IS OVER WITH! I KO'D HIM, HE KO'D ME. NOW GO THE FUCK AWAY!

never a big name, just a normal man wit great of accomplishments/
had the rest of the original dream team wit me as my accomplises/
the nigga HD of Urban Flows, no showed, what a hack/
had and exuse, and i still beat him wit the same verse in a rematch/


WE WON AND THATS ALL THAT COUNTS! THAT NOT ME ANYMORE!

a miracle that i still live after starin death in the face/
came back after two months only to see the name blueprint disgraced/
if only i could retain the composure that i now lack/
i can overcome the fears of those names that i left back...

left feed on Picture Perfect and Bitter Rejection

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C.S.

...Is to have Served Your Faction