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My own relatives Hold devilish intention tip My hat unto the top dawg pap You been hurting since our conception Why should I reach for a connection What's the point there's nun it's dull like pencils out the package Like vineyard vines and sperry's yelling "what about my baggage" Claim it for your self and fly away like bugs your kin with Damn that's me a seed you've passed upon the irony is insidious Crushed like cabbage better yet like bullets in to slaws-son backless When will we rise from all the madness When will we join hands and fall to ashes There's still a question that hasn't been answered Why should I reach to you who taught what was preached at you Bought what was advertised Why am I not mad at you The more you hold the past the more the past will stab at you I was told the book of old is new please take a crack at it I will reach a hand out towards not because the tube said I had to But because when Death was knocking my father showed me how to fix my habits Ain't magic