The Halves
A drug maybe my other half not counting calories on my radar, the 18th hour could take me far, the 6 inside is very dark, 1 tonight is a saduko bark
To me its 1 to 9, fortune teller crime, not putting trees in order, treason at the boarder, turnt me to a baller, giving that dead eye smile, half my time is lost for a while
Sweet Mary as a mother, Carpentry with the father
Every devil needs a diva and a sativa, I never give up to never give in, freestyler way to find the freeway to heaven
Like Malcolm X to Martin Luther, militant style giving peace to her, policing through hurt
Boys be deep in shit or maybe stuck in the mud, come downs with a big thud, on the brains of a believer, mixed style reliever, one too many die as a retriever.
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Section 27 // volume 92 // freeway to heaven before seeing evenly, feel all right with nothing left too do, imaginary square too become one, absolute zero, small town hero
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