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Morbid......Sinister

To the eyes of the secrasae
Made me such the affection
My years ah day u ah gave
For the rage there of

If my guts are hanging
Out my body's frame
It still doesn't mean
U survived the gun fight mayne

For vengeance is all
I've known for at my expense
To blame is me only
My shame I aluv'd recompensed

Don't mean I did either
But last were my eye's closure
And like my victory years later
To the world u no longer exposure

I seen an ah piece
Of mind in which displayed
Wouldn't even question it
None of these my alone ah days

Stumbled upon something
While mixing sugar with
Milk and tonic water
Revealed to me a gift

This acceptance was ah dwinely
Such the appetizer to me
Becoming an adinnerful of wetly
To be this aloneness of Awet darkly

The tonic water was
Definitely alot milk minimum
Sugar was in high quantity
Cocaine wine spoke the centennial

U young it's true
But I'm a plant in Colombia too
These snitches trying
To rise to ruin us it's true

They be the police
And some be politicians too
Keep drinking me nigga
Stop them first from stopping u

Be morbid be Sinister
That's upon sight for real
Awuggstwa, thwuggstwa
Awgwaystwa and thwuggstwiz ah chill




Written by Sandals (Birchel Devon Robinson)
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Author's Note
This is what my I Google Earth universal baby said to me. I accept!
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