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Wastelander Pt.3
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Wastelander Pt.3 I approach civilization Enter the wastelander. War torn like a masculine Alexander Born into an abyss as white as the light From the police car that follows me every other night I no longer feel fright. The gang called the cops must want a fight I just want to fly Blaze it up in the skies. Raised up to despise Myself and my kind, out of my mind I find I often go blind when I type The words work through synapses That were interrupted, corrupted by the lies. Constructive thoughts died Destructive thoughts thrived I became another weapon. Not of the government. They're loving it. Maybe he can be a slave. I take my freedom to my grave Sex I kind of crave. I've been to all kinds of raves Into the sky pries the steeple I found success of the exploitation of my people. I found it hard to look in the mirror and deny that I was evil I leaf through, the bible, the quran for answers Interrogate the preacher. He's a teacher and a liar My patience expired. so now I retire from my marriage, I don't love her She's a just a bloodsucker So now I tell the<b> gods </font></b>that she's just been fired I was now able to get my money. Mindset wired. No smiles. Just trials. Nothing here funny. I was cold as black ice I was dressed that nice I lived the fast life That random ass life Random cash life, it was dear to me Gained the respect of men more fierce than me Learned how to make pretty women wanna mix with me Unlock the mystery Unlock His story Used the broad, washed my hands with Listerine Let me get back to the fabric of life called my money. It was at this time everyone knew me as Sonny. He is the real. My real name's the fake. I feel like that white man dressed like a bat in a cape Blackman from the waste. No cape. I don't save. I live in isolation, my homemade Blackcave My blackmobile and running into Blackwoman A thicker, darker, sexier catwoman There are no bad women, you just fucked a bad woman. You're supposed to slap back like badminton wake up hung over with all your cash missing I was taught to spot the games To spark the flames of conflict To bring a change in context To our lives we inflict Love on our kinship power dynamics in friendship? What is that bitch shit? Who's poor and rich shit Who's whores and witch shit Prejudging people is prejudice and pride We ride with those that we fit with That will be endless. But wait...I myself am from the wastes. Solitude will be our fate. We'll just all have to wait. If there is a gate will I have to pick the lock? Block me when it was you that cursed my damned race? Replace my faith with cold logic So its lockpicking if there is a heavenly gate  |
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