God hear me pray, help me persevere through these days for here I can not stay
I will volunteer to disappear and begin to decay send it where it began and not where it lay
For my lips begin to shiver and wither away splitting into slivers cuz I don’t hear “it’s okay”
For I miss H.E.R. like the lost boys miss Renee and I reminisce musical soirees
Where you didn’t appear unless you shine with glitter or was a pioneer
Who engineered their way through the games maze and made it clear to set up a buffet
A place where you can help yourself, and loosen up your belt
Cuz the only thing on the tray, is styles smiles and a way to sell
I go wit Royce when he said it was his choice to stay underground
And the Cunninlynguists, when they voice no cookie cutter sounds
Cuz half these cats sound like shit dilutin the liquid
Tryin to drop hard like they were shootin a squid
But half these cats have to power to leave the room silent for hours
Leave a taste so sour and be empowered to leave you spell bound
Leave you devoured in a shower of spit makin you commit
While you bite styles and pass ‘em on like you were Jason Kidd

its apart of a collab i had somewhere else i wanna know whatcha think of it

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