my brothers, awaken
can you see the state
of this lost case
tribulation seems to be at every location
deepening the depression
compression of this size
is going to poke a few eyes out
the way
I'm counting my money
on my roof and shiet
before it gets to wet
laid in the clay
pulling at the loose ends frayed away
you hopefully will ever find the end of today
unless you are looking into yesterday
you might catch my lies
tossed into the divide
between you and I
is it just you
is it just me
then it can't be free
trees cover my feet
seeping in my teeth
is it just you
is it just me
then it can't be free
try to put your self there
and take your thirst for death
and put it on the back burner
for the murder of the lovers
is all but over
trees cover my feet
seeping in my teeth
trespass on my lands
you might get some better plans
stand in the light at the unveiling of the sham
I haven't been reborn in at least 2
minutes run by tracking
my time spinning side to side
blowing out the candles
on my bike handles
spinning cycles
eaten 3 or 2 waffles
blue balls on my crawling
maulin' my brother ballin'
stacking that till it falls out the back sawing
off that Benz
not looking at trends
they eat at my mental health
like a cookie on Santa's plate
it's getting a little late
trying not to be too blatant
always blankin' out
spacin' mount the crowd
locking out the home town
hero from the time I've been lending
spending those zeros
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