Harry Collab

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Words righteous, I'm spitting Christ Conscious
Live life less, blind to the nonsense
Rhyme with the monsters! Lied to be honest
Died for the honor, opposite of modest
I'm the youngest and the oldest in mind
But these others never notice when I rhyme
Fuck another dime, just to make change
The whole word wanna to break chains
Why the take mace to the faces of children
Why I can't face all the hate for my realness
Somebody can feel these shots, hit boy
Triptoid with electricity, flipped choice
Call trinity, deities get called up
I'm cutting bars with the pigs to get caught up
Kinda hard to get big pushin' thought drugs
Never did, never tried, always saw drugs

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Teequal
Member since March 31 2014

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