I wanted to show you this one for a little while but the rhythms kept challenging my patience. Each time I opened it and worked on it, I ran into the same issue so it’s just been on idle, unfinished. Then 
Timing - I think I had a difficult time making these lyrics work because they didn’t have a title. Then I saw “making a choice” alongside a pair of Two’s. Over time we surround ourselves with individual groups we’re convinced is our comfort zone; co-workers, classmates, etc. ‘groups.’ Complacency with just one person creates vulnerability toward the entire group. I opened these lyrics again and everything just seemed to work out this time. So I drew the cover image you just clicked on with a No.2 pencil and some Crayolas, filtered it Two times in Photoshop to quiet the A2 paper and clicked the post button - Welcome! How bout a big round of applause for
Deuces
What’s up young blood, cat got your tongue?
Maybe slave away the same way your cousin’s uncle did or some?
One that makes you zip your lips up or feel the wrench on two nuts.
I don’t know what but conversation between us are none.
Maybe I’m the one who didn’t see it coming, fool me once.
May you all be on the receiving end of nothing where we’re from.
We’ve grown up, separation and distance between us.
Add your lack of communication to name some, that’s enough! I’m done!
I ain’t playin anymore.
I ain’t playin, pretending, or wondering anything anymore.
Why this side of the treatment is silenced and ignored.
You played your game for the last time young blood now listen up.
I was just up the peninsula catching up with a dying someone.
Finally found out what you’re poutin about, two years two months, who’s counting huh?
You made the whole thing up!
Judgment based on error
Gotta realize how misguided doubt, how’s it feel now blood?
Writing someone off who’s only wrong was showing your whole family love?!
I ain’t playin anymore.
I ain’t playin, reaching, or wasting anything anymore.
Got a bad taste in this mouth now all about allowed torment of yours.
Let’s dig a little deeper, hope you came prepared.
I got a couple more things you’ve been meaning to hear.
Took a death bed until she suggested It’s a good idea to open up with it.
Now she admits possessed evil lips what happens next?
Ya’all live with it.
How many bed spreads did you weigh blood against?
I heard about thanksgiving, too, sounds of embarrassment.
I ain’t playin anymore.
I ain’t playing, make believing or faking anything anymore.
First and last piece you’ll receive from me, peace.
Control p a receipt every body you leveraged against me.
Still the same name group bathed before school grade.
Grade school, same thing, you know I’m sayin.
I wish ya’all the best, God bless ya’all, know this thing.
I’ll never waste a breath of tastelessness displaying your name.
Do me the same, Check, practice disguising your moves.
Stalemate, only one playing this game is you, Mate.
I ain’t playin anymore.
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