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master chef toast - the story of mj كلمات الأغنية

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intro
waddup awaken in?
waddup world?
mj like

for a year long battling to decide
should i resign…
drop my tool kit and mic, close my book of rhymes
women lie, i rested my human spine, wiped my bruises and cried, i guess so do i
i lie down just find the truth inside for she will only reveal to you and i what should make her beautified
but the deeper meaning behind the scriptures written lead my inner driven

lost a girl over ignorance and misunderstandings..
a greater loss than the financials, this and the other transactions
i opened my eyes, woke up to a realization that she is after pennies
but who is to blame them if these brothers is for panties
i took a bullet for her mister right and heard the sounds of a weeping wife
i dream of heights above the mountains that shadow the river side
a piece of pie is enough until it’s dinner time
some opted to get degrees and write examinations to eat and climb the corporate ladder that shunned those the feed with crime
and all i can do is give you a depiction of rhymes through my vivid sight
sit inside my home studio just to bleed and cry
word to makaveli there shall be a better day or even bright if we just make it willingly right through the chilly night

i just wanna tell my story…
get the devil off me and find a queen to complete the heavenly holy
ain’t no heaven in jozi, it’s just nothing but levels of glory
and to each his self and own b and that’s how it’s expected homey
these are the days of our lives, puff and p-ss
just to cope with the sands through the hour gl-ss
where the halls of fame can’t even refresh your sour breath

the black man is either regressive or not proactive
could reproduction be attributed to us not being progressing?
i made a wish once the star revealed that all the dots are connecting

this is my pain n-gg-, all we say is one day n-gg-

i’m very black but just not enough to these black women
my brothers took them, my kind and abused them treated them as subhuman

w-ssup gaddafi da poet..

keep preaching that godly gospel

from armature to a man matured above the average bra
a bachelor in search of a matching broad to have my castle sparked

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