WHITE DEVIL

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Believing or deceiving am still created
Faded in motivated am living in hatred
Naked rhyming in my grinding my shining smiling
Finding greatness in changes is in pages not famous
Places laced in basis am in Vegas reading my status
Heated in splitting my cups filled with sweats chilling
Sipping gun powder i encounter madness in passes
Chances made in masses my flows living by ashes
I practice rapping in my dreaming feeding my soul
The nation reputation my imagination playing frustration
Motivation making my dedication is the medication awaiting
Breaking crimes in my rhymes lifetimes wasted and taking
Hating my creating the devil knows am mental for the instrumental
Thirty first December the temple immersed for mercy and resurrection
Direction from the devil my question is an intention as a lesson
Teen rappers are becoming the worse without manners
We keep using guns cos nothing matters to our fathers
Monsters to the choppers my partners in living missing
Pissing love stories a lover imagines the conversation for sorries
Introducing in losing we keep shooting innocent rappers
As we hunters from the birth but we all suckers
True colors in numbers ancient racist missed patient
Latest accusing in illuminate my spirit losing
Confusing in every doing our choosing abusing
We cruising on a spring bumping our feeling
Dealing crimes since the beginning blood dripping in ice
Paradise loves everyone with apologize with good intentions
Son lesson from unexpected teen pregnancy suicide waiting
We painting our world with evil hurled from people wasting
Peaceful minds for mankind are blinded into excited minded

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NATHANIEL
Member since September 29 2015

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