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Dust In My Eyes
I say I have dust in my eyes, so my visions blurry. So I see tinted covered rainbows and black snow.
Black doves and a sky filled with black crows. I am at the heel of the world, I had a issue with God so I got low. Sell dope and coke wholesale like Costco.
. Narcotics blue steel narcos. The streets I move on, is filled with beef and red sauce like tacos. If ain't got, don't worry about it. I know cat name Flaco.
They say why did you choose this life. I say because I have dust in my eyes, and I don't know who I can trust in a world full of lies.
Because every body dies. Bodies rotting in the vacant buildings, and this are the dwellings of the Lord of the flies.
And that's why this Soulja here does not travel anywhere with out my sword at side. It may be war in Palestine.
But in this concrete jungle it's the war of tribes. Time has no place here, I don't know how long I would survive. Wars going on all around me.
And there is no place to hide. Sometimes I get high to escape the war that is going on inside. So I don't want the world to see me cry. That's why I keep the dust in my eyes.
Twenty one gun salute to my fallen comrades. Can we have a moment of silence as I bust my gun in sky.
Black doves and a sky filled with black crows. I am at the heel of the world, I had a issue with God so I got low. Sell dope and coke wholesale like Costco.
. Narcotics blue steel narcos. The streets I move on, is filled with beef and red sauce like tacos. If ain't got, don't worry about it. I know cat name Flaco.
They say why did you choose this life. I say because I have dust in my eyes, and I don't know who I can trust in a world full of lies.
Because every body dies. Bodies rotting in the vacant buildings, and this are the dwellings of the Lord of the flies.
And that's why this Soulja here does not travel anywhere with out my sword at side. It may be war in Palestine.
But in this concrete jungle it's the war of tribes. Time has no place here, I don't know how long I would survive. Wars going on all around me.
And there is no place to hide. Sometimes I get high to escape the war that is going on inside. So I don't want the world to see me cry. That's why I keep the dust in my eyes.
Twenty one gun salute to my fallen comrades. Can we have a moment of silence as I bust my gun in sky.
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