Lyrics:
to each chapter again
I'll tell you my story where should I begin?
Let's start with the marks that I carved on my arm in the counselors office
Suggested
worldwide now, that's how I'm spannin' it (true)
Writin' my story, I'll be the protagonist (uh-huh)
It only gets better as pages in the pamphlet flip
They
fingerprints
Trace every mountain
Lace every valley
Until we're convinced
We know it all by heart
Every blade of grass
Bears our mark
And the name will be
Waiting' stalemate
Collect all your things for what they're worth
(You've got me leaving messages all night)
Wedding presents postmarked eternity
a story already written
Am I part of a vision made by somebody else?
Pointing fingers at villains but I'm the villain myself
Or am I out of conviction
shoes
Knowing they're set to lose
So they take the burden of failure assume it on to you
And so that doubt inside they're mind is only amplified
By their
Closed my eyes by a violent river filled
With thoughts that left me shiver
Longed for a land to be delivered
Where the young don't catch the ship
one will employ a streetlight dancer
He'd be complete but he's missing a beat
The story is sad but true
By missing the mark he's lost in the dark
Not
umm
(What?) I'm the anti-Christ (Really?)
They wanna kill my mama
(Why?) for givin' me the life (Right)
I'm out my tree they say
I walk a different way
All the bonds that I have been breakin'
They is way too old
I can't wait to tell my family
All the stories that unfold
Nigga be fake like a ski
Pull up
shake off tha marks
Hit him with the big guns that take off a part
Chest lookin' like he been ate by a shark
Bitch you better mind stay in line play it
Because I'm here to stay
Call me Satan
Name me Lucifer
Mark me Devil
I have many a name
Same old story
A memento mori
Someone to bear the blame
fired upon or sullied blindly by dogs
I'd hate us too and that's why I've cornered you
Roman senator, can you still hear
With all the marks on your ears?
Everybody treats me like uh I'm the anti-christ
They want to kill my momma for giving me the life
I'm on my tree they say, I walk a different way
Get
another stereotype
Amending the story
To keep it intact
It makes your elevation
A common-day fact
Kill those who control us
By pushing your button
reach into my pockets
Blowin' out raps
God damnit I need to be lavish
But the system ain't feelin' me
They rather be killin' me
For some ol' bullshit
Sacred Shrine
(Del Vecchio, Alpenborg, Black, Marks)
Born of the stars, mirror image of god.
We are cursed from birth, facing demons here on earth.
the debris
To gaze and be startled by the impact on me
Cause I already forgot
We made a mark
I already forgot
What made me cry out
To not hear
The busting
(This is like, a story of, deception, reality, truth, and redemption..)
Verse 1:
Arranged the hit, straight gangster shit,
Got his whole routine
jumpin' hurdles
They sleep yeah, they sleep
I think I'll check a shorter story
Title: Bo's Ho, sound's boring
Perfect for these sleepless nights
Though I
I was a broken dude
With a multitude
Of sins accrued
No righteousness
I missed the mark
Shooting in the dark
I could not depart
From wickedness
I was
she'd fall asleep
That bright smile made me weak
She left a mark to say the least
Yeah day by day just want relief
Focus on Your peace
Lord I pray
She
apartment can't talk so it's safe for your secrets
All the stories you've invested with a masochist, menacing meaning
Those tired tricks that you play
'cause most of these
Rappin' niggas gon' want a cup
You never seen me buddied up with
Niggas ain't the same cloth
Takin' pics, huggin' up
Tellin' stories
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