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Your familys what you make not the
one that's pushed in your face from birth
You gotta choose your friends
knock! knock! at my grill
i dont know who it is in late april
what i see i cant believe it real
i have e friend right at my grill
Dear Darian,
I’m stuck in a game of tag
I thought it would be fun
The closer he gets, the faster I run
My body is drained,
but I continue
I can’t be ‘It’
He’s coming for me,
I know that for a fact,
He said so himself.
He’s getting closer,
I can sense it with everything in me,
What will you do
Who will you be
Yesterday is gone
Tomorrow seems like an eternity
But so
How do I make my choice
Which way do I go
The easy way out
Rather than to stay and suffer
Here I write my vindicationFor my rightful dedicationWhile through holy elevationMy mindset moves to idolizationWhile in sweet elationTo a land of implication
Practicing our prayers
Making our lives look great
Making sure we didn’t sin
So there would be nothing on to debate
coming on service on time
almost never been late
trying to smile to each other
Lets rip into hypocrisy
I dont mean The Bible it's perfect
I mean our hypocrisy
Explain to me how you see vision of
Poles, strippers strip strip for you
And money falling from the trees
