Black Friday (G-Mix)
• Written by GODSUN
It started with a dream/
I dare you to intervene/
Walk through and get hit clean/
Sever all ties to your ligaments, guillotine/
Cross paths like BGF symbols/
Bars over your head like Egyptian temples/
Bars hit your face and pierce the mental/
Like it's telepathic or telekinesis/
Fro pieces like Black Panthers on Ether/
Hittin' them pipes like Scottish bleeders/
When they play funerals in honor of leaders/
That drank their livers way past bleeding/
We need to establish a monetary blockade/
Feed, heed, lead our own within a stockade/
Of armies, learn techniques of military grade/
Weapons, who's next to step in for wrestling?/
Black Friday, the economic genocide/
Putrefy the fewer guys that loosen lies/
Between you and I, shuttered eyes/
Like turbulent deceit on a rise/
Good girls gone bad, but why?/
Swing front to back like a pendulum/
This that feeling you get/
When I'm ending you, pitiful...
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GODSUN
Member since October 22 2015