Citizen Kane

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Bishop Snow

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Maybe God won't forgive me
He saw my soul, my mind was too filthy
If I turn 5 to 50, have her singing like Whitney
But never move to Houston, my Jr like Ken Griffey
I hope he lives different, for instance
How will my Son be if I ever go to prison?
No dope to be sold, my heart turned cold
Transitioning to fall, so I stood in a mode
That you can't mold, I learned from all the pain
In Brother of the struggle, when I said I'll die in vain
I meant it cause really that's the path that I headed
If we ever had a issue, I could dead it
Or maybe just push a little farther till I have you on the brink
But if we kill each other, then the wise will be extinct
Reacting off of pride, I saw it right in time
I listened when they said if you search then you'll find
1, to the 2, to the 3, to the 4
Was losing out on sleep till I settle out the score
5, to the 6, to the 7, to the 8
I loved committing sins so I wouldn't hesitate
I need my soul
Spent too many nights in the cold
Maybe I'm the issue, my aim would never miss you
The streets and making money, type of shit that I was into
Me against my own thoughts, I thought I saw the cops
But really it was just some more women I could cop
Make her think I love her, I saw some under covers
But really under covers, I'm a cold muthafucka
How could I ever change?
Maintain but I could always be the same
My main would always say I'm a man of survival
But how I could Michael when she's asking for a title?
A voice in the wind I could hear
Dependent on fear, I could feel my end was near
But just to be clear, if I lived off a hunch
Living in a trap while I raise the Brady brunch
Needles in the window, while my cousin smoking indo
Around some cats and dogs, if I ever said my Winslow
I think I might've meant it, no time for repentance
Cause on my court date, when the judge gave me a sentence
It went
1, to the 2, to the 3, to the 4
Was losing out on sleep till I settle out the score
5, to the 6, to the 7, to the 8
I loved committing sins so I wouldn't hesitate
I need my soul
Spent too many nights in the cold
Maybe I'm the issue, my aim would never miss you
The streets and making money, type of shit that I was into
Staring in the mirror with my Du rag on
Tryna stay sane but it won't take too long
For me to go ballistic, I chased it then I missed it
The opportunity to show the world that I'm artistic
An artist in the form of few words
The absence in my heart that an interlude cured
It may sound Absurd but at least I'm being honest
I told my own conscience that I promise, and beyond it
I'll trade my pain for anything like Tropics did for Monix
But maybe I can cure it with a couple big deposits
I'm questioning my logic, or even how I ended up
A Diamond in the rough
Maybe it's the, PTSD from years of abuse
A young nigga from a city who has nothing to lose
This is all the proof of the things I ever went through
1 EP and i killed it, I'll continue
1, to the 2, to the 3, to the 4
Was losing out on sleep till I settle out the score
5, to the 6, to the 7, to the 8
I loved committing sins so I wouldn't hesitate
I need my soul
Spent too many nights in the cold
Maybe I'm the issue, my aim would never miss you
The streets and making money, type of shit that I was into

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