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Cocaine, cocaine Cocaine, cocaine Two shots for me and fucking Jesus himself Who the fuck signed the petition giving Jesus the belt? Tie it around his neck and get to fucking buckling up For every moment I counted on him, I'm fucking him up Torture victims are due to scriptures, it's written as such So every moment my uncle suffered was planned in the cut Cut his tongue out and hammered fucking nails in his skull Couldn't see what Jesus planned, my vision is dull, and so If there's a fucking, I wanna slit his fucking throat And feed his organs to the children And, shower solutions to the black and the white And, endless indulgence to the youth in the night Cold scripture, we're all used to me causing a ruck Drowning women and many children and pillaging trust Just a man who murdered many in sake of himself He just replaced you, you are just a book on his shelf Slow dancing with the devil and in a burnin' room Two steppin' ahead, until they lock me in a tomb Been doomed since they pulled us out the womb Satan preyin' on me, she be throwin' souls inside the wombs Life shoulda eat you up, spit you out, beat you up But bitch, the third eye stay open, don't think I blink enough Baby, I see too much, baby, I can't call it I need my soul in these bars like a alcoholic I can't trust nobody, I put that on my mind, soul, and my whole body I see demons and there's nothin' they don't know 'bout me No matter how much I try to hide, they gon' find me So now I never run from it, 'cause I come from it I never lied, I resides in the Beast's stomach I look the Devil in the eyes, I could see she bluffin' I pull her red dress to the side, tell her keep cummin', keep cummin' I just found out family and enemies could be different I was steppin' over syringes that's in my kitchen After mama died, I couldn't go to the bathroom Without gettin' some second-hand heroin high while I'm pissin' This is just me paintin' a picture of what I live with What you know about comin' home to your shit missin'? And findin' out the niggas that helped you look for it had did it? This is just me paintin' addiction These niggas took methamphetamine, ketamine, edibles, and a bean Niggas stole my denim jeans, Den of Thieves DVDs, literally anything Food I bought anything from the vending machine Credit card crack any door, like janitor keys Niggas even took credit for the man I would be And if I let him, he would probably take twenty percent, managing fee I'm so scared of my genes, I considered celibacy Afraid I would ruin my seeds, like Adam and Eve I got blood on the fuckin' leaves of my family tree Just give me one damn minute, this shit is hard for me I lost my whole damn mama, I lost a part of me She lost her whole damn life from systems of poverty Grew up with Crown fried chicken cloggin' my arteries Increase in robberies, police and bullets that I bob and weave It was nonstop for me, no one is stoppin' me Either fulfill myself or be a self-fulfilling' prophecy This just how I introduce myself poroperly Kemba