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nine ra— keep it hidden

i don’t appreciate when people come up to me judging like, youknowmsayin’? you ain’t inside my mind and you ain’t really been through what i been through. so live my life and then talk shit

afflicted, i yearn all life obstacles was made manageable. / inflicted internal strife on the world i made my pain tangible. / insane mechanism to cope– let the wisdom and hope / die with rivals. desert is in the coat— with death the vision is smoked. / invisible stress hate fragments under the breastplate where the bones form it. / undisposed dormant agony, daily undisclosed torment. / forcing a smile— another performance. saccharine tact that smothers a hornet’s / nest living up inside of my chest. the cloak of a grin’s the perfect adornment

people talking shit, but you don’t know what i be going through. / i don’t b-tch about it cuz y’all don’t need to be knowing, fool. / keep my business hidden like a strap, i barely speak though. / all my problems hidden— f-ck you think i smoke this weed for?
people talking shit, but you don’t know what i be going through. / i don’t b-tch about it cuz y’all don’t need to be knowing, fool. / keep my business hidden like a strap, i barely speak though. / all my problems hidden— f-ck you think i smoke this weed for?

earth’s eternal tears carve the stone, the sediment whittled away. / pavement rivers breaking mom vertebrae when we were little would say. / asphalt soil shattered crystal seeds holding vices. / bottle transparent but some lack clarity thought old as isis. / wool over eyes much harder to lift the fog than lift a dead lift. / pallbearers lift the dead i bear his pain, pause, head drift. / explore the mental plane like pre-flight mechanical inspection. / my pair sights only parasites though human animals in question. / reconnecting with the earth neglecting secret weapons that be birthing hessians. / burning money low bmi, those addicts around the hearth is meshing / but be cold to they baby— skin blistered, molded, with scabies. / p-ss sickness to next family like pits if they sold it with rabies. / god don’t answer, searching the earth upon which i’m sent to die, / over and under clenching vines of life potentially endless lies. / became the h-ll i’m surrounded by, from parents was never allowed to cry. / streams of blood replaced our tears, that’s probably why we was proud to die

people talking shit, but you don’t know what i be going through. / i don’t b-tch about it cuz y’all don’t need to be knowing, fool. / keep my business hidden like a strap, i barely speak though. / all my problems hidden— f-ck you think i smoke this weed for?
people talking shit, but you don’t know what i be going through. / i don’t b-tch about it cuz y’all don’t need to be knowing, fool. / keep my business hidden like a strap, i barely speak though. / all my problems hidden— f-ck you think i smoke this weed for?

hard to warm my heart when fights just don’t cease on cold streets. / had to move them hands quicker than suicide by police. / one two like mic check, 12 might check my pocket for scratch. / they target that— like description i always seem to match. / wearing a morbid and tough sh-ll, but the camaraderie more than enough. / hardened by war in this rough h-ll, he thinks he go hard and get slaughtered in bluff. / trauma centers traumatized, nightmares of what i seen. / terrorized in the night my n-gg-s bonded by the dream / dream of what they witnessed themselves. flashbacks they living in h-ll. / they come home and still trapped up in a f-cking prisoner’s cell. / know that recognition’s an excellent retribution / but i feel it’ll never come, contemplating self-execution. / see snaking acquaintance, every dap ain’t love and peace. / open palm don’t mean a gun won’t be drawn. no love upon these streets. / -n-lyze and keep it hidden, know he different in the core. / my mind cold as homies as they still and stiffen in the morgue

d-mn y’all n-gg-s like some children, bruh. like y’all be on that he-say, she-say, hearsay shit. knowmsayin’ i ain’t got no time to listen to that, bruh. i ain’t got no time to be talking about other people, sayin’? i don’t know them. just sit back with my pack, knowmsayin’? and blaze up this loud

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