You see It’s about time for me to not be so humble anymore 
You can’t contribute mother fucker to a game that your not a gift to

you never heard the truth like this 
and my lineage is official

I got enough background for 2 
and my city tends to get brittle
In the winter my depression gets  Insidious but it’s pretty in mid June 

shoot 

I Don’t know if I’ll be forgiven again and again for every sin I commit

 The scent of Newport smoke holds a sentiment embedded deep in my system 
On penn avenue get stripped of your innocence I keep flexing my vision in a sense I beat complex systems meant to see I’m lost in a psychiatric clinic institution or prison so I’m instituting my gifts becus I’m gifted ive been involuted in painting vivid pictures of unfortunate misgivings but I’m so fortunate and I’ve never been confused about my privilege
 
through an induced amount of chemicals and a profuse amount of sickness 
I hit the ground so hard and bounced far above the illusion of a useless crown and parts of your true story that don’t fit into your cool image 

Fuck it 

It’s starting to get disgusting 
dishing this hot chicken summer to Christmas 
Since For the lost children  I guess all my verses reflect my mental illness 

Put you in a ditch or leave you livid 
 
I remember having hot piss and praying to Jesus that my PO was gone fishing 

 I always thought I could start a revolution but people told me to be realistic 

Bullshit 

Now it’s time to be realistic 

There’s never been verses as honest
words as prolific 
Turned to a sentence when 
statistics that said I’d  make it past addiction were such a small percentage

  I’ll let the universe put you in a grave 
 and look away 
If you want to act like bitches 


this is spiritualistic not religious 
I hear spirits in my head 
I see spirits with special vision 
My third eyes blinking 
try to tell us how your living 
but we can see it written on your face
 you can try but you can’t hide 
what’s inside without an outward presence 

Frank Vitale gave me wisdom while I was washing dishes 
Now I got a 100 Jerm instrumentals and zero competition 
all the notes inside my phone could

While you look for accolades 
I’m looking to ascertain the difference between God and fake prophets with false claims that try to wrap my brain in  
so I don’t just pray I listen 

this is Big Waves
I’ll let the universe put you in a grave and look away if you want to act like bitches 

Need a brain to have my type of women
I’d rather be broke than unoriginal because you can’t buy these kinds of riches

BILLY CASH

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BILLY CASH

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