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so peek so steep so deep

bitches get stitches,

not a portion of life only inches,

till someone pinches,

snitches aint haters,

haters are snitches,

becuase they cant stand your soul feeling the richest,

while their name is on the devils listed,

and as your moving, they capture your sucsess in pictures,

standing and staring from post code fixtures,

sticking to dere blood code written scriptures,

rolled it up then passed down,

so smuges, only left listeners,

to propagandas on all missions,

from devil worshpers who call dere selfs christians,

cold conflictions

got us suffering in the icy conditions,

so we cant free are ambitions,

as they freeze are postions,

stuck on medias magicians,

green shoots pulled out of hats to our acquisitions,

assuming we all made the same decisions

dont belive in da admisssions,

from the so called politions,

shit look at the tuitions,

forcing us to be vicious,

but we hold generations of visons,

but wolfs howl to sacraficed meat,

make sheep weak,

while their asleep,

keep a false solution for us to seek,

starve like a baby calf taste buds on teeth

and leave us with no option but to eat,

and left feeling like im being tricked or treat

trust a brave new world is on the peek,

and this is what they seek!

as we take a seat,

into 3ds and 4ds,hollowgrams creep,

hi tek new stage in spotlights heat,

so stand where i can see,

im at a place thats so so steep,and... so so deep,