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Stuck in this hellish place wher thugs pray and cloudy days get melted
away by the sun's rays
in the saints is were our faith is kept
never slept wide awake embrace my wake i aint afraid of death
pave the way for the seeds to raise there rep
steep is the fall of poisonous greed causing me to stoop down to the level
of devils were the darkness is deep
creep combating 'em temple assasin with anti bullet vest and a rosary
mob for my family
heart broken from all the tragedy my mothers seen
illuminate my cause fuck a dream
prodigee of a drug king
wizzard in this ice blizzard
snow storm economic hit man know what i mean
precise timing release the pressure
no mistaken measures never indicisive
taken souls flagrant
characteristics animalistic no rules of engagement
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