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Blinded Black A Perfect Murder

wasn't right give me one chance give me one chance to settle up this score between us before my truck becomes your fate give me one chance i planned the perfect murder

't right give me one chance give me one chance to settle up this score between us before my truck becomes your fate give me one chance i planned the perfect murder

ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg Old man told me, don't be, blind to deception, only Sharp with perfection, homey, ya mind is a weapon [Interlude

gon' come When God has taken you I see the invisible spirits, walkin' along the physical mind Of a crazy individual Where demons still find it livable I need a

ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg Old man told me, don't be, blind to deception, only Sharp with perfection, homey, your mind is a weapon Relax

A night of Lust Give us trust in The Night Give of color Hundred hues A rich Mandala For me & you & for your silky pillowed house A head, wisdom & a bed

infants. Like a picture hiding beneath the digital Avalanche. When cecilia's grave cracked like a dirt cacoon, she pulled up a stool at the silhouette

can lift that Game in the bag but they forgot to gift wrap Blind me for never givin into the rift raft Turned into a machine all im seein is pitch black

Protected by the red, black, green with a key Slaves from the Motherland, boy, what a drag Especially when royalty's chained by a caveman A vanglorious