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Genre: Music
Date of upload: Feb 3, 2024 ^^
Rating : 4.903 (6/241 LTDR)
RYD date created : 2024-03-09T12:12:44.111505Z
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GOOD SHIT BVTMAN. #JCOLE #BVTMAN #NEVERMEANTTO.
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Wish I could say that it's different
But this just how it be
Complacent thoughts and procrastination
be crowding me
Without a vision, how the f*** are we
supposed to see
The map in which we need to find
the place we're supposed to be
It might be meant for you
Cuz clearly it ain't meant for me
No sympathy. No timidry.
Only deep bars with imagery
F*** a foe and fk a friend at the same time
If neither are feeling me
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As I stroll down memory lane, sephia colored pics, moments filled with tears and pain, relatives long gone, some of old age, some addictions, some slain, memories of shame, or when we first learned game, why we did those thangs, but not much long after, joy and laughter, mix match clothes fashion disasters, photographs of the past will catch ya, young never thinking about the Hereafter, hardships and chapters, Life it goes on and these Moments get capturedยฉ๏ธ Imperious
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Sitting sideways, cause I always stay drifting
My momma been telling me since day one, go get it
Gotta stay focused, committed
The gang knows the play
This ainโt nun yo fukn bidniz
Promise little shorty, im just up in my feelings
Two hundit for a shot, shit
Whatโs this govt conspiracy
Iโm sad times we be livin in
Itโs a damn travesty
Hope my momma donโt follow me
To the ends n back
Stay sittin sideways cause I always stay drifting
God damn ma, you was right, now Iโm doing this for a livin
No more sacks in the kitchen
No more blues stuntin my vision
Hundreds stackin, up up to the ceiling
Letโs go.
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I was never meant to
Reach all the goals on my agenda
Pent up
In a box
Practiced my autograph with pens and pencils
Imagined a car wit all the bells and whistles
and a suit sharp as thistles
And a legacy that forms ripples
Catch and shoot
Splashin triples
Remember times when it was dark
Head down
Hands massage my temples
Head ache
Habits to break
Demons to shake
Had to keep it simple
Sleep was fitful
Remember Iโd wake
Burnt out and non committal
Came back to the father
Kneeling at his feet
In the temple
Body tremble
Weight off my chest
Moving nimble
Was never meant to
Cut through dissonance
Like a crashing cymbal
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@BROTHERBOLDLYMUSICK
3 months ago
Jesus Christ is LORD.
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