Nothing 'k'new,
same shit,
like Deja vu.
My search for truth 'steal' red pill,
Viagra for you guys.
Old soul never did I ever act my shoe size.
Only my color a nigga until they come and kill him.
Im probably gonna be standin there with em.
Smile on my face,
1 hand in my pocket,
pistol on my waist.
Beautiful death; Spartan's fate.
Leonidas I am ready for the riot to come.
Where I'm from, my mother and father's night of love.
God from above.
Premeditated my murder was.
In preparation my murderers.
Unaware, but I lived it before they could come and snare.
Percussion hit wit a drum my head.
Concussion, conclusion, excludin my 'friends'.
Some of them were just my enemies playing pretend.
I'd let em play it again, and again I would be the loyal one.
Until the end.
Down at the bottom.
Out from within.
Real so real I feel surreal
Hell, you can't HATE me BAC, from down there.
Sincere,
brock




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