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THE CYCLE OF LIFE Rime 4: The Hidden Trewth (AKA) the cirle of immortality JUMP INTO IT TODAY!!! |
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I float my bricks to ghettos From Miami to Chicago's gangsters Keep the flame for Amaru and bank some dough yo I want some answers This Life aint just a frame up. Paul the preacher hooked up Jesus-name To a cult of Dionysis, torn for rebirth G was jeered and slain But that aint homie Jesus, homie Jesus never went away He went straight under cover an' theres no truth to all the other claims The cross was hard to handle but then he pulled right off and broke away He healed up rather nicely and still lasts still human to today All coping is an artform, a posture built on solid breaths Keepin up your smile as you 'wile' never knowin stress They're just coping right there with you why disturb em for your little gain? Why stink up half the club with the nervousness of wussy game? Word is bond when you're focused when your mental is a cutttin stare Burnin like an eagle flyin high above the hunted hares Real forces bring me money s'long as Im open eyed and there to look Not stuck on my tomorrow or obsessing over ancient books CONTINUE --LOGAN |
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