Turning Tides
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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