Lyrics:
The poor run with smoke lungs and Scarface
Who need a hero? (Hero)
You need a hero, look in the mirror, there go your hero
Who on the front lines
sorry
I just wanna be the best version of me
If you don't fuck with it then you can leave
Go ahead and leave
Never really been myself
Like
sorry
I just wanna be the best version of me
If you don't fuck with it then you can leave
Go ahead and leave
Never really been myself
Like
Back in 07 used to date a nigga named Carlos
Stayed on 5th ave
Tits and a big ass
Little petite chick, with the smarts who get cash
Started rolling with
don't get mad at me
Get mad at that nigga
Fuck you ate for breakfast
They say prophecy you the best hands down who got props
I do not stop
them the chance but they won’t let be
So I take the grind so personal don’t care if you call it sin
Days by days be facing my fears with no
At least not that version of you
That left me alone into the dark
It's not fair how can I love you, How can I miss you?
And how can I love you alone
I don
disgrace
Keep the eyes wide open
And don't forget the past
Or the Day will come
The day we will not pass
This is no prophecy
This is the final act
This is no
a chance to heal myself
So it's a part of me
It's me if you wonderin'
Who I'm at war with
Old version of me, sitting by dormant
It bleeds, all over me
Pa-hoo-hoo-hoo
Live from the graveyard
I don't wanna be your man, bitch (fuck that)
You crazy
You heard that shit, nigga (I don't wanna be your
Pa-hoo-hoo-hoo
Live from the graveyard
I don't wanna be your man, bitch (fuck that)
You crazy
You heard that shit, nigga (I don't wanna be your
Where I was born, nothing is promised
My life is filled with less hope than the prophecies of Nostradamus
Omega marks the ending of predictability,
with me
What does that mean
How do I apply in the streets
Don't take it literal this is all spiritual
This is not just to take physical
Man I remembered
o'clock if you don't come by
By nine o'clock baby I die
Moon faced, starry eyed
Cooking with gas when I'm by your side
I swear my hearts no where without
with notions
That life cant be surprisingly
Enticing hope inside of me 
Possibly, guiding me beyond my prophecy
Oh don’t jump on the bus now
Cuz me
the garbage
Young street nigga coming from the pot
Hanging on the block, kickin' with the convict
They say that money talk so don't you make a comment
I'm
what she did with me after work
You don't want to see me hurt
Her favorite wrapper was on her shirt
Diverse holdings, merchandising, fear mongering
preference for prophecy. To ride or die with creed. Follow me
Into eternity.
Thrown in the belly of the beast so I sharpen my teeth use em as a grindstone
subject to wakin with cash and go crazy
Yeah they bangin baby Havoc representin for them niggaz
That don't trick, ladyless, just associates
prepared with me prophecy
Spirit's in the heart of me,Telling the things that
We don't know
Time is now and ain't no retreat
Devil tell you fall away, follow
friends Fit's
Of Depression to play with us
At The Seattle Coliseum
Or playing with Poison Idea at a No On Nine
Benefit in Portland organzied by
Gus Van
Couldn't know, but buy a .44, blastin' a playa hatin', wantin' more
With a thug passion
Puttin' down mashin'
Control by this thug's passion
Unlike them
ain't no place for lackin'
Big cuzzo was sliding home
And they caught my cuz in traffic
We still don't know what happened
Niggas playing with them
The poor run with smoke lungs and Scarface
Who need a hero? (Hero)
You need a hero, look in the mirror, there go your hero
Who on the front lines
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