7 Rings
searching for a path even threw the trials and tribulations
prolly aint never going to sinful ways greed has my pride at gun point
I cant even count how many alter egos envy done murdered repentantly
dont entice my anger or it stimulates my gluttony damn sure aint no sloth
If I can even help one person makes all the time spent worth it got to plead
this aint for the faint of heart I done conceded to my promiscuous
as a matter of fact if one is going to kill me lust must be the one to do me
literally
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