It’s a couple of days past the day of Christmas But I still gotta few things to cross off my wish list Some of y’all shouldn’t (w)rap You’re just not that gifted It’s (k)not your thing kid Leave it for me to twist the ribbons.. Cause I spit out ink Like the Word I’m a Christian From a Jewish womb ....Flip me the bird?... I’m getting lifted I’m not of this world I’m interdimensionally shifted Blessed with the crispness You ain’t getting it? Listen as my tongue Jheri curls and gets to dripping Who drops the bombs? Human hands Wanna blame God Better change your plans Who created slaves? Humans again So why blame the witness for pointing out the guilty MAN And I’m just doing what I can to love So don’t accuse me Because I don’t fit in like the Juice’s gloves I’ve already done my choosing of the most lucid drugs Where that get me? In a noose with hugs I’ve done had my fair share of flesh I never found a heart while clinging to their b...
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