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Zhalarina H. Sanders
Zhalarina H. Sanders
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Justin Santos
Justin Santos
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Joe'l Asencio
Joe'l Asencio
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I was up in the morning with Bars recording a holy bliss Editing footage of blowing this fire through metal Let's say I was playing with loaded (clips) Then something presented like what was Intended, I took a trip to the A baby Was not bout to give a "maybe" I hopped that bullet train- but lately It would appear that I'm Loosing my juices to fear and time How come, now why come my water and sugar Not flipping these lemons to clementine The mirror was scary Then I saw myself in my daddy eyes Baby that's very very Traumatic when vision ain't coming from God You would've thought I was up chasing the dark The way my precision was off It was spark, when I ran off in the park Forgetting that's how you get dogged What is the word When you flock off with the birds And manage to come back a third Is it absurd to run back up in Ya mama until you look like what she birthed Watchu- Whatchu crying bout Ain't a time out In the race I was tied down Left the mirror And forgot my face This a riot now We won't die down Cause we can't Been a while now But the wild child still a saint I remember you told me If I wanna be a member of the in-crowd, this how You bow, just to wow me So astounding if I don't bend the knee The rest of these, copy catting, Jesus tagging Jokin laughing, honorees Started making life hard for me. please pardon me If I didn't feel the need to plead, I'm weak Your evil deeds will bleed on me and I'll be seen As if I'm team and I don't think, that I believe The recipe, that you received From leadership, that lead the ship They loosen up with tighten lips to feel again Then they Jesus juke with evilness They bite the fruit- tape it back to seal it in Started sipping on the bottles of wine that we made From the fruit of grey, we got used to tape Kept eating along tho the fruit there was fake I partook in shade that would linger today Why O why did I mess with the grey A mistake that I made, I was weak in the paint I was blind to the truth, couldn't stand for fake Fake I became, starting eating away At the core and the roots of my faith that I made Whatchu crying bout Ain't a time out In the race I was tied down Left the mirror And forgot my face This a riot now We won't die down Cause we can't Been a while now But the wild- For a hot lil minute I was slipping and forgot who I was Badup badup badup badup baaaaa Badup badup badup badup baaaaa That trumpet sound like I must've found light When I cracked the ground- I'm Pound for pound with the grout might Swing a hit and bounce like AHH AHH AHH AHH AHH AHH AHH AHH HMM HMM HMM HMM HMM HMM HMM HMM (mayne) For a brief lil minute, for a hot quick second, for a sharp quick note I forgot who I was Was Whatchu crying bout Ain't a time out In the race I was tied down Left the mirror And forgot my face This a riot now We won't die down Cause we can't Been a while now But the wild child still a saint Whatchu crying bout Ain't a time out In the race I was tied down Left the mirror And forgot my face This a riot now We won't die down Cause we can't Been a while now But the wild child still a saint, whoo!
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