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A boy trying to make sense of his beliefs.

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Momma said... Outta bed.. Get washed...
Sleep in my eyes.. And my head did throb...
Dressed in my best.. would this impress this God?..
Just to be apart of a precious mob..
Funeral of my peers.. In a few more years..
It drew more tears then ...My effort stopped...
Why the hell would I praise a thing...
That they gave to me during slavery...
Kicked out Bible class.. Not phasing me...
That was major key to me breaking free..
Being jaded was traded for staying sleep..
So the gate they keep was all fake and weak...
so this Georgia kid ...just aborted it....
Outcast... Elevator to the floor and split..
Believe nothing... But this gorgeous gift...
Of life... sufficed, I gripe but it's more than this..

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from E​.​M​.​P (The Son's Return), released November 20, 2020

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Eville/So.Au Ink Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Firmly attached to the golden age of hiphop when you had to actually rap to be a rapper.

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