Can you feel the grim reaper floatin'?
Foul preacher quotin'
Scriptures from Revelation, was talk shit and got the devil waiting
Body gettin' stiff, soul levitatin'
Why do I speak blasphemy
Knowing one day that he'll ask for me? As for my sins
No one'll feel his wrath for me
I go through it, so you wouldn't do it after me
-Feel it in the air, Beanie Sigel
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𝑺𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑨𝒀, 𝑨𝑼𝑮𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝟐𝟕𝑻𝑯
Yosohn stood in front of his personal jeweler while he delicately fastened a meticulously crafted rose gold pendant chain around his neck, it's warm hue complementing his complexion with a subtle elegance. As the light danced upon the intricate details of the pendant, he nodded in satisfaction, pleased with the diamond encrusted work of art. Occasionally, he liked to splurge on materialistic things as a reward to himself. Jewelry being his usual guilty pleasure of choice.
"This shit hard," he smirked, getting a closer look at the details in the mirror.
"Only the best for you my friend," the short Arabic man said, patting Yosohn's shoulder. He then presented another case containing smaller pieces of jewelry. He slid it over to Yosohn, allowing him to examine the fine pieces.
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Seven Ali finds herself in a world of chaos when she falls in love with her brother's longtime best friend, Yosohn Smith. As the two embark on their romantic relationship, they must face their pasts and confront the challenges of learning to become...