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S1 ep 22- Somebody Please! Save That BOY...

To all my people everywhere 
I drove from LA
Gave way to the road rage
And lost me my pace
Staying by the ocean
Hoping I would own it
The beach side compounds
And these side with out sounds 
Would never be awesome 
I broke down the laws of
Finger wagging 
And all the baggage 
I would imagine 
All the gold
Designer dreams, audibles
Yall would scream
Then live life low
Been lyin broke
Bend my bro
Had to be the hold
A lot of me would go
Down in on dreams 
I known what I've seen
Hold down on we
And go down on peace
While stack calories
Let the fat battle me
I don't want this shit
Enough with the chips
Idolize the risk 
Pass me a beer
Dad don't have no shit
Spend me my fear
Family not here
And I'm standing on air
Got a bad ego 
Where all my peoples 
When I dont want equals
Outlasted the freedom
And cash out on zero
Tough shit
Rough shit
Structures
Ruptures
Rapture 
Capture
The wrath of
The back of
The belt
I could yell
Like hell
Then put down the nail
It all seem to fail
Don't cause me no L's
I won't cause you to bail
All my people well
Maybe not
What we got
Daily loss
In a spot
Not the bop 
What I rock
Not the stop
Put your eyes elsewhere 
With my welfare 
Up in the air 
Do you really care

9 years old
And out of control 
Dealt a hell of a blow
Just get outta of smoke 
No where to land
And who'll understand
They blame it on boy and free up a man
Pain is for fearless 
Aimed to be peerless 
The laws of the world I could've cared less
Lived in a swirl, open roof for the air fresh

Morning Morning Morning light

What am I to be 
Don't you lie to me
As far as I could see
Choice is two lanes deep 
Lose what I've seen
Cry about dreams
The life how it happened to me
Off in hotel 
Lies in a wholesale 
It wouldn't bode well
Life in my own hell
Seconds they march
I turned to the lord 
Then broke down the boards
Immersed in these chores
To get on and off
Can't escape loss
They battles they fought 
To hold down a lot
What was it for
You obviously wore
The face of a fool
But it was I who did loose
Locked in a room
Eyes to the moon
You make what you play at 
He stay where you lay at
I cover a face that
Avoid all the play back
I hope I don't go to sleep 
Knowing what's in store for me
The back of my eye lids
Play something violent 
Que up the violins 
Sad orchestrations
Sounds of soul breaking 

Its winter time somewhere 
And its sure as hell is cold in here
Our lows
Ain't all our loss
Survival of?
Why you all hang on
Take hours off
And power on
I go for broke and hold my own
In dismay I lay and never lower guard
What been going on
Can't no one know
I overload
To overlook
You wanna lay when no one look
Escape those days I never would
Corrupt a rose
And hold up your nose
You want that food
A lil' fresh fruit
Be that lewd
All the ludes
Couldn't alter a mood 
Can't talk you
But you don't wanna leave 
What it gonna be?
I can't hold up peace
And forgive a soul 
That get so low
What you inching on
The bullshit 
Can't get lost
You took it
What I don't know is
I can't throw it
All this emotion
All of this hold and
Don't it look like 
That I don't look right
Family functions 
And I'm the monster
2014 so many scenes 
Whole family 
Uncle was sitting right there 
So many into my hair
Ya'll don't know my despair 
How we go in repair 
Top of morning and already scared
Play positions 
Do something different 
You are what you intended 
All ya
Want a
Component of power, and give no brain
To the low stain
Of hurt shame
The worst pain
Is that birth thang
That shared name
That allow you to
Be wild and loose
Go with it
And grow with it
You won't get it
Outta the head
Hell in the bed
And heaven ain't there


Everyone was sitting there.
I mean the whole family.
Grandma down to the youngest grand child.
We may never see her again, our matriarch.
And we never did.
Not in this context, to see the roots, the tree, its branches, leaves and fruit nesting on the plot which housed this growth is something to behold. A break in our rote lives, family functions function as lubrication in our mechanical strides. There you sat dawning that curved smile of yours, the possessor and protector of turbulent machinations. A bad apple, a great actor, did you come here to soil our.... 



Morning Morning Morning light
I would never hold the night
Tell me what you think is right
I won't let you change design 
And I won't allow demise 
Take your toll ill keep my mind

SEASON 1 LOOKING THROUGH THE TUNNEL.
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