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Cubic Zirconia:
Thank you God
I know it's been a while
I know you know I'm grateful
Just grateful that I'm still alive
Just grateful that you saw within your seed
A need for blessings
No longer stressing
Just caught up in a dream
Thank you all the Gods
Thank the Goddesses above
For blessin this little woman with honest to God love
You bought my wishes true
No man can rob me of the joy
We even having spirituality as a child and it's a boy
We namin him Friend but not in English
In some language long gone and lost
For all the days we spent alone yet you have given us the cost
It's truly magical
It's heavenly
It's joyful
It's sincere
Thank you my dear God's
It is all of you that I'll revere
I'll even she'd a tear when he promises me the truth
I know he gonna pray for me
I feel it
That's my proof
He's unlike any other
I know it won't last very long
Which makes me love it all the more
It's to him my heart belongs
Thank you dear God's
I'm sure that this man is your fruit
And I'm the seed
I'm sure he'll never fail me for it's him I have received
I'm sure he wants me just as much as I do him
And it is because my Gods have forgiven me my sins
Thank you my Gods

Cubic Zirconia:
God
They do realise I'm just writing right?
Like
Not everything I write is true life
And what is isn't that serious
Like
I'm not the first bitch in the world to get turned out
And how is that the victims fault
They're dependent on our lack of clout
And how is it my fault that I'm homeless and clinically insane
How am I to blame?
Come again
So I lie
I act like everything is fine
Not just online
But even in real life
You show any sign of weakness you're a target
Can't stop em beating us
Here I Go again
Exaggeratin
They haven't started beating me yet but I'm one trip away from payin my debt
I could pay in many ways
I could be forced to bow down
Coz I had that kinda attitude where I was like fuck em all
Screamin round town
And I had that kinda attitude
You'll have to force me and all that shit
And I had that kinda attitude
I ain't goin'out without a fight ya trick
All I had was attitude
Dear God
Don't they get it
I already lost
I've almost served my purpose then my fates up to the Boss
I tried to save my brother
Fought back for gettin raped
I'm in over my head
My fuckin life's at stake
Dear God
Can you have a little word to these deadbeats on behalf of me
Can you tell em I'm just playin
I don't think I'm talented
My rhymes are free
I'm not trying to act like I'm a big fish
I will tare ya fuckin head off
Coz I'm a fit dish
Till I'm over the Hill
Could come soon
It's a bitter little pill
But unlike Bill
I'll swallow

Cubic Zirconia:
God
They got me stressin
After such a beautiful blessin
Done learned my lesson
Still I be under pressure
They want something outta me
I've already been tuned out for a fee
Every night I rest my head I'm lucky I don't wake up dead
Death ain't the end of life
There's life after death
Like Biggie said
Everybody talkin Pac
He was singin Hail Mary and La illa ha illallah
Can't remember when I started studying Islam
But I know you can deny your faith if you know your life at stake
That's why I know they trying to play me each which way but to treat me like an innocent baby and even then I wasn't innocent God
Does this shit ever end or have I forgot
Dear God
Remind me of the crimes committed when I've been blinded please
And curse these Devils on my tail
Pray that all their efforts fail
Or make em rich beyond their dreams so when they die they'll be the fiends
Begging their Devil masters and fathers for the mercy they denied us martyrs
Let em rot for every coin they got tossing me up like I was just a cheap spot
I'll give em a lifetime to change
I'll even rig the game
Bankrupt the cunts
For bankin on chumps
The weakest link
Fuck these cunts
Dear God
Please remind me of my peace
Please remind me love exists
Fuck these white supremacist freaks and all their peroxide fuckin geeks
Fuck these posers doin the Devils work
Fuck all my enemies
But no I do not hope they hurt God
Just want this shit to stop, Eternally
Ebony

Cubic Zirconia:
There's only ONE
I dare not speak their name
Although he's gone by Malik and others have claimed
It really doesn't translate well
The prophets prophecies couldn't begin to describe the indescribable
Be shame ya fuckin fiends
There's many God's
There's many spirits
There's respects for teachings too
My jihad is beyond holy
I wanna share my profits too
To feed the masses
I'm like Abraham
He was told to cut himself
You say you're his descendants
Where's YOUR scars
The pains BEEN dealt
We got our first borns
We got our suitors
We got our blasphemy
Are you Malik
You gon play God
But you don't even rid yourself of sin
I wear my cloth
I wear my scars
I wear my sins upon my chest
I was denied the knowledge but I robbed them
I don't need no leather vest
I passed the test
Who is YOUR God
If you workin for HIM
Then your playin the wrong hand
There's no man or woman to this mystery
There's no Messiah
The Prophet has come
And now he's gone
If your war is Holy why you desecrating the flesh of a child of Islam

Cubic Zirconia:
Why these Devil play me God
They think I'm desperate with low self-esteem
They think I'd do anything for a bitta dick
Beg, scream or let myself get creamed
They think I'm pining for affection
Like I can't detect deception
Like I got no means of protection
Like I'd do anything for erections
Why they play me God
Why I come off as so weak
I've fought
I've stole
I've hustled
Got my ass off of the street
Why they play me God
Do I really seem that lame
Just mindin my own business
Doin my own Thang
Why they gotta play me God
Sure I been known to wrong
Is this my penance
Ties been severed
Is this my sentence
Bein led along
Can't I even try and have a taste of hope
So I give up
I give a fuck
I'm not gon be nobody's joke
Jokes on them
They ain't no men
Fuckin with me if I'm a lame
I'll run circles round em
Sideways
Wanna call my life a game
They got no shame
They got no balls about em
I've punched above my weight
Cunt broke my fuckin ribs
But I still bested him that day
Why they play God
They think I'll come lookin for a feed like a stray dog
I'm playin puss in boots
I ain't even got a fuckin job
I'm just a slob
Got no class
Don't wanna shake my ass
Don't wanna bounce or jiggle tittys
Don't wanna be nobody's missy
Why they play?

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