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Kings and Queens, just us where we should be (you motherfuckers)

Is my mind explicit cause I with a sinner?
Hand and hand with the hatchet but its nuttin
Nonbelievers keep till we finally arrive
Black smoke around the family with the red in our
Cold from the death holding on to the past
a pistol to the temple cause your lifes movin fast
Devastated by the anger you need to escape
Right hand on the book, flip the page, choose your

Kiss the dead, on the red night
Will they cry? Well I think they just
Torturing! What's a tear?
This ain't Hell, but I'd rather be
Spider web, makes it hard to
Death awaits, yet I have nothing to
souls, in my mental game
Murder comes, and goes with no of blame

Power drains, as the becomes light
motionless, cause the chords are too tight
What will ever become, of this book I hold
Will the fire burn us, like they Synplicity

Rain fall from the dark night sky
Bodies crawl garbage cans and alleyways alike
You can find me there in the shadows a doubt
for my people and me to come about
Children of the River, and the misunderstood, downtrodden, and but
It's still all
What you throw away is ours to keep, you know the children a pillow
they go to fuckin sleep

Your disease, infectious
Once I know, the object of my lust
rain, come on and stick out your tongue
There's enough, for each and every one
or left, come follow me
Pyramids, lobotomy is
Crystal ball, it's just
Kings and Queens, just show us we should be (you motherfuckers)

Power drains, as the dark becomes
Trapped motionless, cause the are too tight
will ever become, of this book that I hold
Will the fire burn us, they told Synplicity

I was running with a hatchet the block, my leg got popped
When I copped a dub at the dope
Everybody out to get me I go, is it a sin to get your dick sucked
By a (fuck no!)
What the fact that I bring the dope guns, stay outta my way and don't
me have to use one
Can't help the feeling, my head overloads pull the and unload

drains, as the dark becomes light
Trapped motionless, cause the are too tight
What will ever become, of this book that I
Will the fire burn us, they told Synplicity

SYNPLICITY!