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new york city
king reynolds
let’s get it

i sleep outside in a city with 8 million bodies
bodies!
somebody got me for my bag
bag!
they could of shot me
shot me!
i was napping on a train
kick my feet back
and i relaxed
woke up
realized
somebody took that
left the bag open
near my side
i took a loss
with the cost
more than the ride
i guess we all take a loss
it wouldn’t of happen
if i was woke
shit. i ain’t soft
i’m back at it
but next time
i won’t slip
i’ll keep it wrapped
around my wrist
wrist!
think twice
before you dip
dip!
next time
it won’t happen
happen!
i’m a be
a lil more cautious
while i’m napping!
i’m suicidal
so fuck this life
watch me die
like christ
that’s why …
i came here twice!
so i can live again
would you want to live twice?
give ya heart to my father
if ya soul ain’t right!
everyday
another black christ
locked up
on the news
crucified by the cops
we get shot up
now they want to say
that “black lives matter”
use a hash tag
to promote more cheddar!

i sleep outside in a city with 8 million bodies
somebody got me for my bag
they could of shot me
i sleep outside in a city with 8 million bodies
somebody got me for my bag
they could of shot me
i sleep outside in a city with 8 million bodies
somebody got me for my bag
they could of shot me
i sleep outside in a city with 8 million bodies
somebody got me for my bag
they could of shot me

in the end
it is god who will judge us
niggas never got a chance
we was broke
they said “fuck us”
the hoes didn’t want to holler
as times got rough
so lord forgive my ladies
who give it up for the dollar
what’s a relationship
with a partner
if money is the problem?
fornicators
need to think about marriage
sometimes
i wish my mother would of
had a miscarriage
this for the kids
who get pushed like me
the ones who don’t work
and living cursed to the streets
know that you blessed
and jesus love you
with all his heart
so don’t stress
because you gave
ya life to christ
it was a test
the rich suicidal
they say don’t drink
everybody
popping bottles
as the soul sink
beneath a fiery pit
when you wake up
feeling like shit
the type of sense
where only christ
makes sense
the fact
they don’t like me
make em
don’t want to hear it
they make excuses
about my delivery
aristotle created
the rules of persuasion
simply 3 ethics
ethos, logos, and pathos
understand rhetoric!
listen, the times are fake
selling you some cr-p
when they really don’t
mean what they say
mary had a little lamb
little bo peep
all eyes on me
in a city
that never sleep
make sure the world
feel our pain
everyday
i hustle
i gain to maintain
i’m real to this street fame
i am the rap game
slavery, still exist
and since
niggas hate us now
it ain’t about
black and white
it’s the poor vs the rich
b-tch!

- king reynolds

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