Lyrics:
grief, denied reprieve
Conceived and forced to breathe
Bitter bones slowly breaking
Shouldering the weight
Spat out by the world
No rest comes for
a coal mine for his dinner nap
Had thirty minutes to rest before the bell
The mine boss hollered, "Get up, whoever you are, and get a pick axe
Give me
niggas is pest to me
Smoking gas till I rest in peace, Suave been had the recipe
In this bitch doin' chemistry yah
Yah, blue bands money stack make my
slouch in my room
Still doing circles reaching that well known point of no return
Everyday is long long grind I would kill for nine to five but
Being
Weary sun, sleep tonight
Go crashing into the ocean
Cut the line that ties the tide and moon
Ancient and blue
We take our empty hearts and fill
Them
The style
of the rap makes your hands clap Take care sucker 'cause the lines
are
strapped They mean business no time for play If you bite a line they
and weary from a dusty mile
And maybe I can make you laugh and maybe I can try
Just lookin' for the evenin' and the mornin' in your eyes
I know you are no
it!
Do engines get rewarded for their steam?
John Henry hid in a coal mine for his dinner nap
Had thirty minutes to rest before the bell
The mine
the vibes, for the ones that wanna get to know me
Made by the mess that's why I reach the masses
Started out as a street scholar now I got my masters
Heavy in
The love of God
No beginning or end
The love of God
Gives rest to the weary soul
I thought I was the prophet setting your people free
Instead I was
God solve it
Yee Yee
Thank you for the Holy Spirit!
I remember back in the day, I don't miss that phase where no one would take me serious
Nah, I ain't
love's on the day you can see many people drive by
For look at the house they think they fell from the sky
They say that this place would make them
man feeling bad
And I must admit
Those weary blues I had
But they were long short tall and thin
They were knocking me out as I was going in
You know
She want me come cop me no love to me scholar
Woah well
Did this by myself no show and tell
She said she did better that's cap he a shell
I know he been
here?
This place where death seems to dwell
He repeats the question in his weary mind
The riddle gives him no rest
Yet he knows the answer deep
of the rap, makes your hands clap
Take care of myself because the lines are strapped
Day mean business, no time for play
If you bite a line, we'll roll
our change gain
It's bout the dollars, we don't care who hollers
People rape for pape including politicians and scholars
Who got the blues? Who ain't
gotta chase
Never been a scholar, op
No I just got a lot to say
Y'all got trending, I got style
It's not the same
Just treat me like a live wire
Don't
rest your weary head up
I love these distractions but my mind don't wanna rest
But my body disagree so I laid up on her breasts, yes
Ooooh, you are so
them all
They line my stomach wall
Cause I'm too weary to rest
Since I noticed - coming second best is close to ideal
With customary thirst
I search
away the debris
of there fallen comrade....
And I realized that by a miracle I had escaped
FOREVER AUTUMN AND THE THUNDERCHILD
Journalist:
For three
don't even have a clue
You know I have no time for the extras
Bench pressing these bitches cause I been flexed up
Got through the whole bandemic I got my
used to do
He asked her for a candlestick To light his way to bed
He asked her for a pillow To rest his weary head
And speaking to her gently. Just
popping at me, like they got a tec
But if we get to popping then they know the rest
I do it for the squad do it for the set
I'm shooting top bins always
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