Lyrics:
Air Nikes
I'm gone. The goal of my life, to reach the heights in which I belong (by faith)
A difficult plight, but thanks to Christ who sits
of the souls lost?
How come the dead can't talk?
Through horrified eyes I can picture the other side
And though my heart shed tears outside I couldn't cry
closed my eyes and started to pray
That she would learn someday
To love like the father loves
To love like the father loves
No conditions or strings
Gladly
to my pen
When, blowin motherfuckers ain't knowin what we goin through
Spiritually, lyrically showin you
They call me, 'AmeriKKKa's Most Hated'
Gettin
And I'ma count it by hand all hundreds with both eyes closed
Don't mean to brag and boast, but I be fresher than most
Ran through my first million
There's a vacant billboard sign
Out on mile forty-nine
I was sure by now somebody would've bought
Cause it's a magnet to the eyes of anybody going
can't describe
Now eye to eye
My tears have dried
All of my fears personified
From father, son, it runs in blood
I lack in trust, repaid in dust
I've
recognized by every eye worldwide
Back to the streets of the do or die hustler
I understand politics consistent, never quit
Super star write hits
Come have
he map
I did some track, then got attacked and all because I fired back
But now we're deep inside his heart and staging up a heart attack
Live by my
a dentist
Said I emptied out my cup
So I need to replenish
Heavenly Father I
I want to tell you that I'm grateful
Went from dead weight to a staple
This is
doing in my heart
And see through Your eyes
Shatter the images I've made
Of who I think You are
And show me who You are
Lead me in wonder once again
Till
With angles shapes and size
It's held by true what
It's held in through place
It's an aim that has no name
Mother is in the fields
Father is in
at the bottom. If I make it by myself, shit, I still got them
Yeah, I still got them. My attitude is fucking. Just a local rapper who rapping off his own budget
Became
I Was Just A Little Boy When My Dad Split ,
Typical Statistical Shit When You Young And Black,
Wit No Father Figure Figured I Be Trash,
find my sun, moon and stars... to help me chart my way through stormy seas… as soon as I depart... navigate through adversities… you fuel the fire, that
I'm gone (Yeah) i'm gone (Yeah)
I'm gone (Yeah) i'm gone (Yeah)
Call me a star, this shit rip, no tweezer
Got a bad buddy on Holly like Weezer
should guess who's in insanity chair
Now it ain't about what I want
Still thumbing through my life like a drug-star porn
It's one thing to say you did it
When Leo's coming back from school
With a tear in his eye
He always ran straight to his room
Rejected by a very cruel
Estranged father
He never
be a long ride
Experiencing turbulence hold on tight
You gotta walk by faith and not by sight
To see through your eyes
Eyes
Eyes
Walk by faith and not
at Wellington
Locked him in padded cell with TV and a chair
See my son said Father Brown
He's found his hell in there
I used to look up at the starry sky at night
My father, working night
First shift, eternal light
The curse of Adam labor
Outside, in the parking lot
The current of wind and the light went
My father, working night
First shift, eternal light
The curse of Adam labor
Outside, in the parking lot
The current of wind and the light went
science
That mean I'm higher than higher learnin', look in my eyes
That's where the fire's burnin'
Try to deny a music messiah's returnin'
You die
Even though we're gonna go through the fire and back again
I can reach another star if you stand by me
I can hold it in my hand, feel it's energy
I
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