Eddie Cannon

"street heathen"

Eddie Cannon
"street heathen"

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16 Jun 2019

Inspired By: Jordan Mcinnis Written By: gyp momma use to tell me, son don't just hear with ya ears, listen with ya spirit... Strength is the source of the will of choice, you gotta speak faith's voice if longevity is to be played as the noise/ White ones too, colored into ghost encounters of a premonition's poise/ Drank'd by Dracula's void, bloodline valves of blood & bottled for the convoy. All Of the neighborhood'd lords inside a battle of illegal drugs to hoard, ain't nothing meaner than that boy. So far that's one moving dart I've managed to avoid, it's like old school Dominos, late fee is free and after 30 minutes charge that shit to the Noid/ Double six and Dominoe, the white gurl is the bondsman: bounty hunter: tryna bloody ya nose wit a c-note/ prices a joke even an over paying tax quote/ giving all I got to fulfill da dreams soon as I woke/ Friday's payday but also the first day of the week that I'm broke. My very own bones is the coming together of broke after rolling like a wheel and that's the spinner and not the spoke/ night time reflectors revealing right where I'd pedal right before I'd poke, the ladies on Facebook that I'd poke for sho, don't suppose they even know/ lest the price of attraction is acquired from the lesser hope/ so if I haven't become it then I guarantee I'm dope that everybody quotes/ the sweat of my brow keeps my face hard core & soaked/ too many times have addictions and I eloped/ I'm rap'n truth much meaner and harder in truths that I wrote/ and maybe of which I've overs poke/ Peasant ass friends stealing my coat and to thieving folks/ The BIBLE says that I should also offer the bless'n of my cloak/ ima genius on the 3rd rock from the sun is the life of this planet hovered In po po's to da Ho's/ Bitches tell'n every lil thing they know, cause doing their own time was too bold for them to hold/ and so the others story is what's on pig notes/ and neighborhood watch is the charity that crime bosses distorted whole/ ain't no room in AlaBama jails or prisons but the streets are fulla rodent foes/ and go ahead and say my name mother fucker, just call me dope/ and I'm so damn hot right now my pen is my flames that I flow/ the spittle a like the trigger in a war of worlds when the pressed trigger simply throws/ and my music is war Ina truth untold, my cereal's toast And my milk's uncold/ but not my blood cause I'm as cold blooded as a death choke/ I'm too young and immature to give an accurate aging of all my growth/ But it's into chemo like a cancerous troll/ All sneaky jeweled and granting wishes made up of only the hoax...

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Inspired By: Jordan Mcinnis Written By: gyp momma use to tell me, son don't just hear with ya ears, listen with ya spirit... Strength is the source of the will of choice, you gotta speak faith's voice if longevity is to be played as the noise/ White ones too, colored into ghost encounters of a premonition's poise/ Drank'd by Dracula's void, bloodline valves of blood & bottled for the convoy. All Of the neighborhood'd lords inside a battle of illegal drugs to hoard, ain't nothing meaner than that boy. So far that's one moving dart I've managed to avoid, it's like old school Dominos, late fee is free and after 30 minutes charge that shit to the Noid/ Double six and Dominoe, the white gurl is the bondsman: bounty hunter: tryna bloody ya nose wit a c-note/ prices a joke even an over paying tax quote/ giving all I got to fulfill da dreams soon as I woke/ Friday's payday but also the first day of the week that I'm broke. My very own bones is the coming together of broke after rolling like a wheel and that's the spinner and not the spoke/ night time reflectors revealing right where I'd pedal right before I'd poke, the ladies on Facebook that I'd poke for sho, don't suppose they even know/ lest the price of attraction is acquired from the lesser hope/ so if I haven't become it then I guarantee I'm dope that everybody quotes/ the sweat of my brow keeps my face hard core & soaked/ too many times have addictions and I eloped/ I'm rap'n truth much meaner and harder in truths that I wrote/ and maybe of which I've overs poke/ Peasant ass friends stealing my coat and to thieving folks/ The BIBLE says that I should also offer the bless'n of my cloak/ ima genius on the 3rd rock from the sun is the life of this planet hovered In po po's to da Ho's/ Bitches tell'n every lil thing they know, cause doing their own time was too bold for them to hold/ and so the others story is what's on pig notes/ and neighborhood watch is the charity that crime bosses distorted whole/ ain't no room in AlaBama jails or prisons but the streets are fulla rodent foes/ and go ahead and say my name mother fucker, just call me dope/ and I'm so damn hot right now my pen is my flames that I flow/ the spittle a like the trigger in a war of worlds when the pressed trigger simply throws/ and my music is war Ina truth untold, my cereal's toast And my milk's uncold/ but not my blood cause I'm as cold blooded as a death choke/ I'm too young and immature to give an accurate aging of all my growth/ But it's into chemo like a cancerous troll/ All sneaky jeweled and granting wishes made up of only the hoax...

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