Gotta look deep inside

Hell on these streets

Remorse is denied

The minds of these lost niggas have aligned with benevolent spirits that strip them of all the good life

Lack has placed our backs against the wall

Looking to snipe any unsuspecting soul that has fouls gold in their soul,

Or gold on their neck,

Or verdant in their hand

The purpose of these niggas in this land was deserted long ago when they stole our worth before our birth



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