cross

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Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right
 
Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/
 
Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross
 
Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws
 
Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross
 
Hold up, i used to run powers and draws
 
The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.
 
Posters on the wall, posted on my balls
 
Now your mind is in a state of Criss cross
 
Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts
 
I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift
 
That's why i cross the street. not 'cause i'm racist
 
Ima lay it down and have myself a taste
 
Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint
 
Woah there, woah there But that's not my cross to bear.

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