All Good (feat. DJ Matt Perry)

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G-Mo

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He wasn't right in his head
Maybe it was all of those lines that he fed
Wishing he had tried to mind what they said
But now they all watch as he dives off the edge
Down there he won't find his cred
Just his final rest where he finally rests
Things ain't what they seem gives your eyes a check
Before blood gets cheaper than the price of sweat
Living nights without stress is a mighty flex
Sell me a dream and I might invest
If time is money get to sign the checks
Life is a story better write the text
Get more live than a dying breath
Be so competitive you fight success
He never grew up and denied regrets
Then saved himself to ignite the rest
Shit, feels like I'm getting old
Best stuff my husk in a pigeon hole
Nowadays flows ain't as drinkable
So I spit my soul as a liquid gold
Over beats as a picture till it sticks and holds
I probably should have tried to fill a mold
And taken a couple less rips from bowls
Took a breath of fresh air and skipped some stones
Words are more dangerous than sticks and stones
Some thoughts are only there to limit growth
Home ain't a place on this spinning globe
And the loss of a heart leaves the biggest hole
You want smoke go trip on coals
Brag to someone else about the shit you sold
The poor mans aura is lit and glows
If you don't know then you should get to know
It might help be less miserable
To let go of success and the physical
Realities a flood so build a boat
Fill it to the brim where it barely floats
Wall yourself in with garrisoned moats
Find comfort in the thought that they ware and erode
Why do we have to have a clue
We should immerse myself in the vast and blue

It always comes back to what and why?
So many unnecessary structures designed
I see right through them with sunken eyes
That hold a reflection of ruptured skies
I spoke too much now my tongue is tied
Tightly Around my neck till my lungs are dry
I hear doors break to the other side
Some things are wrong, nothing is right
I still got love for the streets
These puddles are the guts of the beast
F*ck the police, I came from the drugs and diseased
Walking those miles washed dust from my feet
Rather rock a smile, than shrug in defeat
Or turn my back to the scum and the freaks
Pick up the pieces till you're one with the peace
And learn when to run cuz them buzzards can eat
I've seen them beaks tear flesh from the bone
Till we see what makes them getting exposed
More that I learn the less that I know
Go try to build it up till the pressure blows
The strongest rocks are bound to crack
Rolling downstream till they're ground to glass
Pop a bottle pour it down the hatch
Don't worry about it I'll be bouncing back

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