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Sylvan LaCue

Ten Cent Pistol

 

Ten Cent Pistol


Jealously's an evil I've been murdered by
Heard of lies simpletons have been encouraged by
Truth is swallowed at the slices of that humble pie
Can't expect a revolution; still a blessing [that] some will try
God's mysterious; never question believe and follow
But peep through these goggles, and feel emotions...?
Leader's don't ever let them see you perspiring
Smiling at potential enemies
Am I cynical? Maybe so
Froze. Actions collide with my motives
The G is kept, but yet the bitches expose
And hold...?
While smoke is rising from incense
Imprint NEATO into my mental
Not a sole on this earth can? in my presence
Unless it's loyalty. Shit is destroying me
That would keep on knocking 'em
Mother fuckers annoying me
I'm close to the edge of this mountain
Pussy don't toy with me
Repercussions will cut you, no fuss
The fuck you avoiding me for?
Woo sa. Woo sa
Make my way up outta that hoopla
Count my blessings while I'm talking?
Two sides to this not what is written
We label liven'
Nothing where you can get it
Everything will diminish
What?
The truth is harder digesting than bubble gum
Gratified the starving people while poison is troublesome
What you running from?
What you running from?

Well, he ran around
Late at night
Holding hands
And making light
Of everything
That came before
But there she was
Behind the door

She hit them with her ten cent pistol
Because they ruined her name
Well, she hit them with her ten cent pistol
And they've never been the same

Some of my niggas will never understand it
I'm branded to be the positive influence because of God
But Satans still on my tail and it's only making it hard
Hard. So I give you all of my flaws
Like jaws upon my penis will make me surrender fast
It's lust giving me trouble
Women are my addiction and weakness
I speak this with the truest conviction I've ever had
Just happy you can understand
The land of living in sin begins to tempt me
With much pressure
Remember when father would lecture
"Be careful who you gave for your organ
A portion of you will remain with them like having abortions
Acynical similarities, but carry these words with you
Until your wife has arrived"
Evils in disguise
Create lies and surprises when the trap is implied
This is why niggas dreams become a part of the past
"Past" as like gas passed freely in privacy
Something inside me is screaming back always silently
Intuition is a gift and curse
Worse when ignorance is attracted
Ask if
Desires of flesh being massive
Will send me to an eventual casket
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Peace and trust

Well, he ran around
Late at night
Holding hands
And making light
Of everything
That came before
But there she was
Behind the door

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