god nature universe

 

The only Gun figure youll ever need

Is surely God, nature, n the universe thats free

Unless u use a gun on me

The police is one

U better squeeze it free

Dont know who else id shoot for real

Ur all my brothers just from another tree,

Different mothers n fathers but image mirorred brutally script scenes,

Marriage wasnt something with ease

I say that cuz you only see this when u get seated

At the cinema, enjoying the screening,

In a mini spa, ud wouldnt enjoy type of living

In the real life ill be striking and end up really whinning

But me im always smiling

Like heavy rough titles are my type writing style all ready stacked in an ile,

Greatly for a trial scening

In the woods behind your street n

 

 

Ill Bather to battle to make you upsurdly matter

Saddle off ride oh,

ull regret coming here as we shoved

But im nothing dull n full of love,

I do have em doves in me but i wont find em though, their peaking but hiding this meeting

 

Working next part still🤷‍♂️

 

Bullet just rightfully serve

As they go to merg

Make hole in ur shirt

N grab a pole to stretch it worst,

But why

The only reason i keep my gun sealed

N will use in burst when unsealed

Is For the day i need to teach in speech

before i squeeze

 

what i first reached at the door when well meet n flurish in colored speech,

but actions over bleaches ur reach

N now pow is the word i was seeking,

 

What a speech sin my words brutless

Like im no weak im ruthless n ull be sleepin shoeless n moodless when i shoot press ur roots dead

Ull be scooped by a bed but u know its bye no spoon full of meds,

Just fall dead

N i walk u back to ur mom

last scene of your life ive spunned

No prom if u still in school

No prob ur still gunna loose, fool

Yo problem ur ill, runner mood to my knit tool,

n buffer my spitting mood with lithium moves cuz ill release rum n to police u

My words make u numb, role, seize, mute,

At my work, ull all run

To a white church

N strug the piano first

N sing how life hurts

N shrug no narrow verse

By my real life rehersed

Its a rough, damning curse

 

Or teach in speech

Cleverly to force a peak in his reach

Where he leave not with me,

Ur the police will be dead

If it where you or me