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billy woods
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Strangest way to live is in the far past Why my black people gotta scar badly? Bar caps and keloids, dog tags Most of us alike, the foundation But a raft made changes Path made dangerous Liftin' off the mask to expose my aged face Choice left marks, not a part of goin' apesh*t Faith, it's innate Night and day, my bitterness awaits Blew the candles out, but never touched the cake Threw the damage out to glow within a cave Thoughts cavin' in Thoughts came and went, can't resist Had a vision of me bleedin' out Metaphorically The saints marchin' in, fleur de lises Mona Lisa eyes set for the region, same evil Different strokes for ashamed people A lotta n***as try to bribe the gatekeepers I've gotta stay peaceful Truthful in your heart, the ties sink deeper Let me come in, I hold accountable the reaper Tales from the creeper From the bottom of the forty liter I guess the genre, rock bottom, handcuff the gotham Empty buck, f**k it, we gon' write without 'em Pen a cage, shank a blade Back against the wall, a space to rage It don't matter, it's all matter If you swing hard enough, the blood pit patter Took a vowel, I'm a spell caster He run first, I came after Same chapter, second verse Came to the show with the severed head of a demon Screamin, y'all ain't f**kin' with me I ain't f**kin' for free Half the timeline while y'all was whippin' up salt pies I had the neckbones, pidgin peas Ask Ms. Beverly Had the vinegar and collard greens Meanwhile, we round the pigs Let the kids connect the ankles Put a shank through the pigs eye, like thank you Swollen rivers, gold diggers, waist deep in the muck Tropical heat, you caught the shivers Uniform change, but it be the same n***as The same agendas Told my kid, don't let no white man take your picture The way these muf**kas act Maybe you really can take it wit' ya I can't call it, just call the lawyer Told the fortune teller, no spoilers While you were whippin' water I had grits in the double boiler Pork belly under the broiler Broccoli rabe, olive oil I learned the game from Ms. Porter Bow my head, one eye open Give thanks, bredren, we did it for the culture
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