cycle of humanity
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I nary prayer Nature’s clemency of mine own salvation –
For my decanting crimson guilt result of self-betrayal.
Years I hast did indulge the brash and the superficial,
Meekly consenting their oft gnaws of mine own ego.
At the end of all things, exists the Earth,
exists the universe.
Humanity is gone, like we always should’ve
been.
The world is green and blue,
shackels, chains, and an iron ball force me to remain.
it's self inflicted pain. a pain that has me detained.
i can't escape this dungeon. or any of it's bricks walls.
Ya see black brothas
always tryin to be trap brothas/or rap brothas
Why don’t you wrap brotha
Bussin out babies like morning sickness
This continuous cycle is more than a sickness
