BUILDING BLUEPRINT

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Hands made of mold, my eyes built from the dirt
My 20 20 vision lookin' like it's needed for the church
Thoughts be frantic, I jus' take my life for granted
When the worse comes to worse, who you take me as?
Golden pool of liquor, I'mma dive in 'til the rum is crass
Sever all the ties, I'm missin' birthdays like I'm skippin' class
Stomach fulla' envy, I'm jus' facin' what I owe; and what I know is not requited
Damn, I might jus' need some fuckin' hash
Spit it, kill it, nah; I rap possessed, these niggas not
Every spot got the names in nigga's mouths, and well, if not
I'mma flip the fuckin' page, and maybe burn my book of wrought
Steady handin' over riots, fuck these pigs, and other knocks
Feelin' stranded inna mob.. however am I gon' be somebody else when, damn, I'm not
Mistake define me, boy, I leave my bloody Jordans left to rot
Niggas fake activists, don't tell me that they not
Stickin' every corporate billi' wit' a milli' for these kids
Breakin' fingers for the next highest bid; fuck a trend
'Cause my brain was movin' different to the ends
This that dark house party, mixed with every deadly sin
Heavyweightin' through my walls, I gave my knuckles tape and trim
(Laugh)
Idiot course, the darkness deceives me wit' liquor
Full Metal Jacket, I'm the Alchemist when heated, like
Find me at the post, I'm 'posed to be a figure now
'Cause when nobody step for me, my family posers, nahh

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