" Spent many days like a evening, if I ain't writing in the book I'm reading. Laid flat on my back looking to the ceiling, thinking how I'm so detached from the worlds treason. Faiths heard, listen in, when speaking, there's a pattern full of sin that we keep repeating, the APPLE phones keeping us from EDEN, I'm in a zone no limit speeding. Mama dear, is a love that over-bears, we ain't spoke in days she gone think her son doesn't care, we united by the love that we share, I can feel it in the air that the loves disappeared. Divided there, ain't many of us here, I'm a living HEARTIST, homes where the heart is, Imma stay smiling regardless, life in the RAP TRAP, mothers where the dads at? Reminiscing about jail be a backtrack, gotta get my life on, before I get my life gone, haffa make my rights wrong, I mean make my wrongs right, before i board a next flight, better yet I just might, I just do it like Nike, I've out-grown a one night, I gotta do up my flies, bruda's dropping like flies, walk by faith and not eyes, I could die with mob-ties, somethings saying I wont, I take a turn for the best, I ain't with the BS, rather play a PS, shout the bro's in PF, nothing less than CS, every time that we step GASS, bruda's getting caught with the matics- maths, should be paying mums rent or be stacking cash, its mad how they all misunderstand me, like why you pick your friends over family, like why you choose money over family, but during 9-5 they ain't rang me, I lived on a block where I know.. the gang be, where they handle tools something else like a Stanley, so accustomed to the hood i cant leave, like tor and the climb paint I've been anti, bottles up for a celebration, if you make it home from jail that's your graduation." #MESSY!

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