Turning Tides

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Hamid's Journey

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Gone

War coming, the storm rumbling
Where I'm from, my sons, are still slumming
Where I'm from, these guns, are still humming
Don't pray for me, uh, don't pray for me

Turn of the tide, the shift of the seasons, change of the guard
Tearing up the wings of my phoenix
Brushing off the angels and the demons
Now I'm breaking bread with the giants on my shoulders
Pops took bullets at 17, promised me the story when I'm older
Now I'm older, and I still ain't got closure
Long lesson, looking at the world a lot colder
Constantly December, in the snow globe there's the park I grew up in
Constantly October, masked up Halloween clowns I don't f*ck with
Man, f*ck the old life
Time to get to adjusted, 2010 Nikes got soles all busted
No turning back on the clock, it's all rough
And these bullies on the block are now getting dusted
They all think I'm vicious now, just know I (Own that)
Fucking with me or my brother you get your (Soul snatched)
I was just home, my prints still on the (Doormat)
Everything done switched up, now I'm living like (Nomads)
Panorama snap my past with my old kodak
Hand around my back I'm blasting on opponents
Grandma said to practice waiting I'm sorry granny
But I'm coming in hotter than iron in death valley
Turn of the tide, the shift of the seasons change of the guard
And now I'm stronger than an alcazar
I stick my paws in the game like a bone to a Saint Bernard
I poor blood for the Great White Sharks
Just so I could meet em, maybe try to read em
I heard killers study monsters
The scariest is death, taught me not to raise imposters
That's why my team my only sponsors
First light writing by the waters I'm only tryna grow now
I ain't tryna throw down
See too many dancing to the bullet bounce or chug a 40 ounce
Don't want my son living in a ghost town
Yeah that's word to the preachers, I ain't tryna teach
Just tryna put my scars on the beats
It's the turn of the tide, the shift of the seasons, change of the guard
Start of the streak

War coming, the lord rumbling
Where I'm from, my sons are still slumming
Where I'm from, these guns are still humming
Don't pray for me, uh, don't pray for me

Look in my eyes, how can I vent, I got too many scars
I need a vet, lost too many dogs
I need to check people, too many frauds
I need a check, 'fore I run out of cash
I need to flex, music's all that I got
I need to hit, boy that's all that I want
I need a set, we gon run that shit up
To get ahead, it's like Lord of the Flies
They better dead, if they want what's mine
I need a shiv, I be cutting them off
Look in my eyes, how can I vent, I got too many scars
I need a vet, lost too many dogs
I need to check people, too many frauds
I need a check, 'fore I run out of cash
I need to flex, music's all that I got
I need to hit, boy that's all that I want
I need a set, we gon run that shit up
To get ahead, it's like Lord of the Flies
They better dead, if they want what's mine
I need a shiv, I be cutting them off

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