Trapped In Worry - Red Pill Rap

Hell awaits us

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Face our shadow

Self the place is faithless

Waste this wicked life

Rat race the pace is tasteless

Fuck I Hates This

Matrix in my mind

I wonder if all nut cases

Makes the matter come from mind

to bind us to the great create(r) divine

in line with natures blessings Time

n Space is fake placebo of united fakery

forsaken we be not living out our fantasies

Are you never gonna Go

Are you never gonna Go?

Holidays in the mind find peace as i rhym

Lines beats and some wine

Just sniffed some fine cheeks

not mine

Ran 20 Ks

Water with lime

as i wind down

feelin fine now

lifes appealing

Sometimes

Being real, is real nice

to entice sex appeal

kneelin not my style

I choose Feels over Deals

And my skills over Wheels

Reals over the Cope Pills

and you can never hold my bills

still stacking up my crypto

shills cappin

rattin

through the block chain

HOT TRAIN

drving up the winners to the top

Of This Slot Game

Got Lame Sell outs

All up on the cock of this Mainframe

the Lame tamed and beastless

seaseless attack so our souls remain restless in peaces

Deafeat is a mindset

yall motherfuckers need jeesus

to find it to Truth you be blinded

reminded that i didnt

mind the divine

intervention of mine

when it blessed me with time

inner peace in my shrine

of this body , sublime

Your soul can never be free if you are trapped in worry

Your soul will never be at peace if you are trapped in worry

Your soul can never be free if you are trapped in worry

Your soul will never be at peace if you are trapped in worry

Keep us focused on the money

as the sunny sky above me

lookin funny forming

parallel clouds

cos the spray

every day

especially when theres crowds

and they play outside events

chemtrails in our heads

but you aint gonna breathe it out as your vax shedds.

tax paid by the slaves so the feds

can try to force a change on ya red cells

incels no girls

in beds

Sexless Men of the Gen Zeds

reds the colour the pills

That that they pop

Forgot

How to make a sluts panties drop

sloppy 2nds and appealing

especially when the feelings stop

Blocked from the cock

Pussy shot

and the soul is rot

not about to let another thot

plot n plan on my thoughts

Simple life of luxury i live

the path is turning off i see a cliff

the past is catching up as we give

less shits

about the outcome

you wonder how come

you think this songs dumb

but its just for fun

im up my own bum

i beat my own drum

run away the haters

and the takers

im a walking home run

numbed dick cos i bat too mutch

Lifes sick with my hand in my crutch

such peace

Heart Bleeds

for my own needs

overseas if im sowin seeds

even Givvem these keys

both pleased between knees

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