Lyrics:
There lies young James in his final pain
Those three are on my mind
So I ask the killers, "Can you see those three again?
Those three are on my mind"
I
Made it this far
it's by Gods grace
If I tell you bout my gang life
It ain't no cap
I was born in the wild
Where them killers at
I be on the same
challenging ourselves to
Better than we are white folks
Instead of driving-by using the "N" word
They will say:
(Look! Look at them! Oh! my God!
They're
won't hesitate to fuckin shoot
Night stalker, I talk street slang
Fuck that shit, I don't play no games
No remorse, my mind's on psycho
Watch me flow on,
On my grind
Staying on my grind yeah
On my mind
Running through my mind yeah
Love is blind
And money got my eyes yeah
I don't talk
I just read
healed by the therapies never in danger
Think you a savior nah that is my major
I'm hoping by now you don't call me a stranger
I'm hoping that soon they
The feeling of my pain,
Im mentally mind drained,
For thinking of fire things,
Try to get up in my head you'll be catching a migraine,
Im the nigga that cold
Copyright Raymond F. Quinton - 2023
My friend Frank from Missouri n me used to be pretty tight
He used to read and laugh and think and prolifically write
But
activate a musical device
Dialogues are concise, no need to splice
My system contains musical rap rain
Instrumentals inserted inside your brain
All
And so the legend is continued
One mind, one pen, one instrumental
From young wolf to alpha
Made my bones by challenging my elders
My Alka-Seltzer,
clothes
Got a couple more jobs
Ima go and hit those
All I do is ride around, smoke weed, and get doe
Think read find beats kill instrumentals
You know I
just wanna go to the slum
And throw my money on the floor like the Notorious B-U-M, uh
Build a home, teach a class, start a revolution
Free the mind
I wished my life would be simple
But now I'm feeling sad, why?
I met someone through a friend
Never happe ns to anybody, does it?
I changed my
We'll fly high up above
And make you feel like you soaring
Cuz i'm
Not what you expect
You talking normal to me
But it feels like a threat
My mind
Is
winning
They're not around when I lose
If I lost everything today I wonder what would you do
I lost my money lost my mind and finally lost all my cool
There lays young James in his mortal pain
Those three are on my mind
So I ask the killers can you see those three again
Those three are on my mind
I
an instrumental
I see u Sentimental
This ain't coincidental
Body of a goddess mind of a thotty
You made me a promise
That you'd always be my shorty
Broken heart
I watch it burn
They want to see my ass dead, well it's his turn
That's why they're calling me a communist, a socialist
Ain't that a bitch?
I'd
some uncles who killers (for real)
Who baggin' someone who ain't play by the code (yeah)
My favorite rapper my cousin (yeah)
I looked up to him ever
Welcome to the life of a bad guy
Devil kicked me out my mind like Israel did to Palestine
Consequences for your actions boy you might die
Still this
different
Don't come at me the same
You can read what I'm saying
By the look on my face
Don't mind me I'm vibing regardless
I coach I teach I'm a passionate
break a myth
We all running out of time
Until my number’s called keep a gunner by my side
All these different religions
And all these different decisions
raps I'mma shit on
I made my own damn instrumental just so I could show em BAD
So fresh so clean so proper
Home-bred don't need no sponsor
Gotta 'member
Most of my killers got fades or dreads Ima real G standin by what i said
Keep a bad bitch just to lay dine for bed fuck her and go ima leave her on read
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