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There are stories of love, inspiring success over the most insurmountable of odds
This is not one of those stories

[Verse 1:]
Who got the death clutch with hands cold as ice, gripping the steel knife?
My nights spent drinking holding onto bitter life
It ain't worth it, my body's fragile on the surface
My mind ready to exit this physical place
My soul verses, everything up in the planet worthless
Sent to Hell watching flames coming from your churches
Send all your nurses, my sickness inflicted from curses
The antidote extracted from the lines within my verses
Immortal burning, we light the L for higher learning
I pour Bacardi out for all the niggas 'ready turned in
Preacher, devil sermon [?] concern is wrong
I fast and broke [?] holy Ramadan
The Muslim-born child to the sight of a cruel storm
That spawned on 11/26, the break of dawn
See all songs are reckless, my words stand strong
My life's short like the blasts from bombs in Lebanon
Self-prophecy, my body claim divine property
All scripted in a star, mastered in astrology
Can't change it, the I'll-fated, destined to fall
No second guessing or question to all
Laws of physics on the side of living [?] life giving
[?] devil [?] children
Villainous ways cause his last days, niggas hold
When I die, niggas pour the liquor for my crippled soul
My body fall like a deck of cards, smash like a rented car
Blacker than the hair of Pat Benatar
Last show, niggas, would stand proud
Kiss my moms for me, throw my ashes in the crowd

[Verse 2:?]
Yo, keep your Glock on cock when you drive through my zone
We spit hot rocks at cops, chopping their domes
Conceal weapons, you never be spotting the chrome
Sipping on Henny, rock with my nigga, Jerome
In the crib's where I lay on a cold winter day
With your wife naked in her socks sipping on Zay
Got her legs spread eagle while I'm spitting them eggs
Spitting them eggs, licking her face
At the same time, I display rhymes uplifting my race
I spit like a loaded Luger, cripple your ways
I don't give a fuck, so I act suspicious to Jay
All my block shit is hot, like a trip to L.A
Time's ticking away, I'm just living today
Bag of [?] and [?]
No joke, we get low, with a vision to pay
The pain I sustain in the game will wrinkle your veins
Simple and plain, I walk the long distance in rain
Soaked brown paper bag displays the night train
Shit'll never change cause we're still living the same
Step to me and my crew: you frickin' insane?
Position the flame, lifting your frame
If you piss in my name, duck when I click and I aim
OBS be that clique digging your dames
Boogey night style, stripper slipping the 'caine into the game
Make a cat sitting on fangs spread wings like a crane
Take flight through the night, crack sake
Sipping on planes, international until I vanish
The baddest, only God know my status

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