It's Your World

Word up, word up word up to my niggas
that didn’t pull triggers to paint future pictures,
michangelo of rhyme, artist unique distinct,
bars like your local precinct,
18, all he think is poverty,
what record label is going to give him his desire?
An empire, full of women,
all his virtues morph to vice against church advice,
pay the price,  both you and enemy when you want they slice,
seven sins, holding hands with polar Christ,
you want the world, your soul was sacrificed,
deprived of food like teenage insecurity,
spiritually brainless, only care your car seat stainless,
when you finally meet the time for him to repo,
closed palms and eyes,  don’t want to be thrown low,
laugh, give wrath, have fun at the public fire bath,
his sinister rage hot but his heart cold,
used to have a halo,
coerce the wife, punishment now we grow old,
paid ransom long ago, but he still owns the worlds core.

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DreamyD'shon

A little something fresh off the head haha

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