BLACK SUN (feat. ximiadiamond)

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Niggas shoot it out broad day in they front yard
These Ville niggas go dumb hard
No enguard when that gun spark
No tough talk just snuff art
Black lives turned to scuff marks
The beast is fed by the cursed flock
Street cred go to first shots
Niggas worse than cops
When I heard that news
I had told that man that's how life goes
Though you see your path with your eyes closed
It don't give a f*ck bout your life goals
Killed your kin then your faith went
And what's fucked up, you gotta give em blood just to pay rent
And if you add in tears and sweat you can raise the check by like 8 cents
Patience is not a virtue
Waiting round will only hurt you
Only curse you
Bullets burst through
Rip ya body
Somebody murked you
The world is ending
Put em all on curfew
They haven't died
Some deserve to
None have virtue
We all the same
The sun is dark
It's all in vain
I remember them nights back
When I was young mom hold'n me
She'd never know how much I'd see
Or How cold I'd grow to be
Wings burnin and bones breaking
Im Falling Up like Silverstein
I believed I was flying
But Now I see that it's killing me
Staring up at this black sun
Hoping you'll come back for me
Hoping you'll come back for me
Staring up at this black sun
Hoping you'll come back for me
Hoping you'll come back for me
My backs hot and yo packs not
How much life does this wax got
I'm too high to play mascot
If I go further might pass God
Ask God who's the missionary
Pagans know that these Christians scary
Blood guilt what these Christian's bury
Gunned down cuz these Christians carry
They popping glocks
They shopping rocks
They dodging cops like the last supper
Single parents better act tougher
Chasing riches while they dads suffer
All these men bout to self destruct
Cuz they self instruct
No preacher man could ever help them but
it's a given that they'd lose their health to lust or either shells or dust
Failed to trust in the most high
Satan's winning on both sides
Wars fought and though most die
Some make it out with that 45
Clutching death
Another breath isn't given but they live it up
The sky is dark they don't give a f*ck
Revelations the jig is up
I remember them nights back
When I was young mom hold'n me
She'd never know how much I'd see
Or How cold I'd grow to be
Wings burnin and bones breaking
Im Falling Up like Silverstein
I believed I was flying
But Now I see that it's killing me
Staring up at this black sun
Hoping you'll come back for me
Hoping you'll come back for me
Staring up at this black sun
Hoping you'll come back for me
Hoping you'll come back for me

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