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The language of god

I eat ya raps up like a big hitter  
But No rusty bike I知 pushing up this hill  
Its a baby killer .  
 
Your speaking my language  
Your music makes me move  
 
I知 dead asleep when at the dead I知 spitting  
but at night I sleep in a bed that they致e all spit in  
 
Fuck it Makes me blue  
when I feel you make you own beats
you don稚 run from the blues  
 
I知 kind and good  
just like you  
I知 made from evil too .
Written by Jofec (Omei)
Published | Edited 28th Nov 2020
Author's Note
How I feel about writing, rap,
lyrics, music
and those who create it
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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