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Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Posted by Braxston/Beex (BeeX) A.k.A. Braxston Rousell at 2:41 PM

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you dont understand life right, paranoia got running from white wife, forgive me for my humility, from the trials of being the feds favorite enemy, from seeds of kings, they know not what they do me, but this life after death is all I remember....sleep, We try to explain, the pain, still we dont see the the same, the game done change, kobe getting get it and its more than rings, loyalty the picture, you cant frame these things, but as we proceed from the world of greed and the silly thoughts of "love is all we need" I beg and plea, for the haters to be, dis-ambiguous I agree to disagree, now our father who " should continue this?... I know a girl that can kill addiction... and if not what's this..-B.x. (memories of the first kiss) o so i run with the city, black card swiping cause money too gritty, they say conversation rule the nation, so who talking that diddy?... money so pretty when its with me, til the last dollar fifty, say the feds tryna get me?.. situations so sticky.. and if women run world, men walk the universe i know the truth hurts, I try to reach em but not with my hands, I tried preaching but lord the world got so many demons, I think they in-the-man, (demand) for reasons i dont understand., but yet hear I am, fly with no where land..damn The good the bad, they are all his angels.. The happy and sad..depends on the angles, Without evidence I ask forgiveness, Without prejudice I ask for a witness, Without medicine I ask for a sickness, Without a single blessing I can't stand the news' clips, Without the initial drop...could you ever find a drip?. Im sure, Im half way dead... buy things I said, but death is how we play it, life is how we say it, Something gotta change.. I find it easy to keep pain, God gone help that's what my breathing keep saying, How long for help?...thats why I need to keep praying!