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Destination


They dont understand til your soul dies And the pen lift whatever the ghost writes Holy Christ, Jesus Mary and Joseph The jokes up, the spirit move without a notice Mirror the chemists daily brokerage Poke fun at ya marriage, scaring you hopeless All this pointing, hocus pocus im spelling ya overage Im over it, like shells in ya porridge, it only take one to be token Whatever im broken, golden locs, just favor my motions Clever is spoken, letter these emotions, better i approach it Yet im settled between choices, i jet into devotion Sleep eroding, peep my logic...madden See im focus, deep hypnotic...sadden Say once, they say Shad, to see my seance Neck in ya uncle hold, tap or say aunt Dissipate, dismay, disarray Every distraction is a diss, they send this way Depart or distain, hold your defense down til devils derange Detox or throw ya disk away Treated it like Karma when that disc aim Do you deserve the distance between pups and danes Disbelief disarm on display Drink with destiny on this date
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