Lyrics:
American breed
Gutter raised with worldwide dreams, yeah
Put your hands to the sky
I'm a bullet in the barrel with a hair pin trigger now
Yeah I'm
bullets go straight through your spleen
He sleeping on me, so I'm finna get mean
But he better wake up before I shoot in his dream
Hella blues in my pocket,
of reflection
You wish I was more like you well I wish the best for you
I'm living blue sky fine with a bullet in the chamber
Painted portrait of desperation
wrist, look like a package of piss
Looked like they pissed, in a ice cube tray
Put it in the freezer, so by the next day
They could put it on my wrist,
band
Saw a moving statue
Saw the bullet train
And a sheltered city
Where clowns scream
Our move ruined it
Saw the money God
Brothers say by
If you close your eyes
You can hear the mortars and the bullets rip the sky
From the hillside down
Blood and tears of four long years
The things it's
I just want you
Lookin at the sky just reminds me that I'm blue
That I'm blue
I just want you
Lookin at the sky just reminds me that I'm blue
That
We were young and bound for glory
Itchin' for a fight like you
Bringin' hell and purgatory
To the boys who wore the blue
And I thought I'd seen
Everything echos
Inside our heads
Bullets ran through my heart
Bullets ran through my heart
Where is the hope
Goodbye my soul
Where is our hope
Goodbye blue
Before I go rat-tat-a-tat again
I'm mad again brother somebody's mother will be sad again
But, whose blue skies will turn grey
From the attack,
helping ppl fate
If they can't afford it throw sum extra ona plate
If they hunted by the blue free tuition to a state school
Need tha reparations
that
truth
Whitewashed you confusing the youth
Blacks lives, what you want me to do
Blue lives put a bullet in you
Used to hustle now we manifesting
Blow tress
Clear blue skies its been awhile since i seen them blue skies yeah wake up ina morning and i see them grey skies my pockets be fat I remember
Racks trippin show up at yo shit you is not surviving
Been shittin rizzy seen us almost flip the x five
Big foe lens purple tinted i see act skys
Sellin
wife's ashes in an urn
I'm gonna sacrifice for this van life
Gotta pay the price to see paradise
Lighters in the sky for a guy who gets by with just
upset, and my home makes me depressed
Just by the nature of me staying still in bed
You hear what I said?
Comfort means death
Just like a bullet through
burning gold
Like bullets raining down
Searching for fabled pools of immortality
Fires orange and blue
Wash the skies anew
A boiling red breaks through
When I was young I threw bullets in the fire,
Believe me when I tell this truth,
But now those days are gone, lights have passed me by,
I can't
play it for the Pastor
Play it for the dog that got no master
Play Oscar Peterson, play Stan Getz
Play, "Blue Sky", play Dickey Betts
Play Hot
an angel sent for me
Or maybe my struggle was orchestrated like a symphony
Righteous son
You live by the gun
You die by the bullet
You feel the heat when
got me bent yeah
Take your shot
I'm bullet proof like Kent
Just like my whip I like my marijuana loud
Bitch im all up in the clouds
Rip my heart up
them boyfriends do
Pull up to the club where the boys went too
See that yellow tape and the boys in blue
A nigga on a stretcher and though I never met
chosen to hold on to by a pointer and a phone
A bullet in the fight against fear of livin life alone
It's not truth we're shown
Can we could go back
Family alcoholics still sippin' his booze
That's why I'm rappin over rhythm n' blues
To all you rich black folks wit ya glistenin' jewels
Entrepreneurs,
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