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Corruption Through Thoughts
Hook
Nuthin but corruption passin through my mind..
Nutthin but blowin shots..and blowin that divine..
passin through time..wit nuthin but a corrupted thought..
thinkin bout that gun..and how u wanna bust it off..
Verse 1
Corruption flowin through yah mental..
thinkin bout bustin that lead..
thinkin bout bustin a head..
suffrin..leave u wit nuthin but dread..
thinkin like dam..maybe itz sumthin i said..
or maybe somethin i thought of..
Bringin up idea's..
that shouldnt be brought up..
hustlin..and juss buggin for a quarter..
thoughts of corruption and slaughter..
enter yah head..
wonderin if u will eva agian enter yah bed..
thinkin like..maybe im betta off dead..
wonderin if u can make it up tah heaven..
or down tah hell..
neva regreatin any time u bust a shell..
u sit and think wat if crime concealed..
but deep inside..u kno only time will revial..
dark secrets romin through yah body..
nuthin but clips and gun powder floatin through tha shotti..
wanna stop wit these corrupted thoughts but..
everyday..boastin a new body..
Hook
Nuthin but corruption passin through my mind..
Nutthin but blowin shots..and blowin that divine..
passin through time..wit nuthin but a corrupted thought..
thinkin bout that gun..and how u wanna bust it off..
Verse 2
i knew this kid.. he aint tha same kid he used tah be..let me begin..
now he shootin gun's...smokin weed..Juss tah Fit in..
he Let corruption get to his mind
he used tah chyll..do his own thing on tha grind..
now he passin through time..
blassin tha nine's..tryin tah get ass all tha time..
always gun's n bitche's..neva work n skool grade's..
now he's diggin up his own grave..
gettin ready to dive in..
under tha dirt.. is where is soul and mind went..
aint tha same kid who used to chyll and watch wrestlin..
now we all know..Corruption got tha best of him..
straped wit a tec agian
..hoppin out tha lex agian..
he think's it's tha life..blowin on bud..juss crusin..
ready tah fuck..or buck..nething thass movin..
i alway's would ask this niggah..why u gotta carry a gun for..
next day..3 shot's tah his chest..1 to his dome..he done for..
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