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letra de jxsiah lore - jxsiah fka jxsiah2000

i heard he thinks time is fake; “tomorrow’s still the next today”
if he said “no” before, he has to say “yes” today
single since birth, but the world thinks he’s best-to-date
mingling with girls who would never turn their necks to face

given to the world by the one who’s done in seven days
miraculous they hacked her up and dragged him out the severed cage
windows to the soul, wide eyes couldn’t stretch the pain
feeling too weak like three more plus eleven days
crybaby cry, let the nurses know it went okay
rockabye baby, anne marie sang the serenade
protective parent preaching of the perils but there never came
moments for the mother’s man to escalate the ender’s game
entertain the everglades, wild and it’s the second stage
child of intercession prayer, dialled him up for better ways
trialled him on the lesser days, bibles in effect to train
namesake a righteous king when he was only seven or eight

stands about 5’10, walks like he’s 7’8
but since 2009/10, talked like he was 78
thoughts came and rhymes went, wisdom must be heaven-made
linking every line said like cuban-made expensive chains
acts like the black plight is his, but can’t connect to slaves
the system that oppressed him gave detentions but expected a’s
boy of many talents, maybe better grades were never graced
because he wasn’t lesser graced on all the sporting set terrain
covered by the grace he wore no hoodies when it’s set to rain
could’ve been a billionaire if matches had a bet to place
county, region, national he had to represent a place
he’s just that blessed and lacks stress when the ref is sane
crazy how the ball control is mirrored in his breath and pace
he raps songs mad long and hangs on no efforts made
always loved the messy beats, feels like it’s the best display
always written text to speech, waiting for a wetter day
graduated engineer but needs one to accelerate
his absent-minded rap career, so he can drop the best of tapes
all that he repeats, off a beat, what’s left to say?
talent, fashion, personality – what’s left to hate?
his friends love his music but feel stupid they don’t get the name
took his governmental middle one, threw an ‘x’ for play
“x for the o”, get the quote, when you spell his name
toxic relationship, he’ll always get that ‘x’ to stay
“hey bighead”, his bighead stores his extra brain
a well-grounded g*nius or lummox who can levitate
never got astrology but really wants to get a wraith
so he can see the stars without flying to them every day

dragged down by common ground with every named profesh to date
past errors harsh terrors, rather called his ‘ex-mistakes’
favour of god and of man is what he best well pray
so he can have a blessed today and blessed next today

- jxsiah fka jxsiah2000

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