Like a lake of fire, I burn all my Kush and money.

Good kid, got soul, Satan wanna take it from me.

Can't pull the trigger to cop gold God thinks it's bummy.

So a poor ass Joe pours out his soul cause he's so hungry.

Almost got arrested trying to grow my own medicine.

I guess CVS gonna help me get better then.

Not everybody born to kill like the president.

We all fucked up just look at the evidence.

America suicidal. Life is do-or-die hoe.

I can’t understand why murder is the motto.

Y’all living in denial earth is fighting for survival.

Pray to God she don’t give in tonight.

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