Lyrics:
motherfuckin questions it was time
somebody taught the stupid bitch a good lesson
I snuck in the house by the back door
it was like a scene from psycho
the bitch
betrayal of trusted ones
My mark left on this earth, victims of my slaughter
Souls of my dead, murdered by my
Hand
Blood on my face, innards decay
knee caps
Know we seen the same things
So lemme recap
Started with a fire down under
Creatures by the billion misplaced
Then commanders in Iran got
Echo chamber triggered by the algorithm
Man you can fight the power but can't win against the system
Basically were all victims
We keep scrolling thru
Learning to survive
They’re children, they’re warriors
Dreaming of peace - fear of death
A painfull deep mark
Lives in their hearts
Made by this war
(They)
insomniac yo motherfucker I'm the wokest
Rappers going down in stories I go down in history
Put a mark on the kid you still miss me
King gone to battle ain't
never seen it right
I'm feelin kind of leary cause I'm higher than a kite
The pipe has really got me on this other level
Its time to mark a murder
My
back round in full circle
But I will not falter or shun
Firm now in my sense of purpose
Seen the need; I won't back down
Haunted by long buried men
the worst of ways
Sunk to the depths of depravity
Your soul a meaningless mark
Blackened out
By your lies
Forsaken
By her cries
But they stop me from strivin'
Suckas be shakin' salt
All in his gameful so find
Some fools be gettin' crossed
Victims of 40-ness
Man all that
optional, all of it is stipulated
Watch and learn how emotions get manipulated
Now you in dire need of help
You the victim, made to think you did it
So I move her to the side and now I'm focused again
My time is coming soon
You're like who wrote this again
The music name is Mark and I get noticed
as your blood flows into streams
This will mark another pass
You will be my victim
But certainly not the last
Stuck here forever
For the atrocious acts
Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas intellect mad slow, y'all fags
folk
Please, ima need yal to respect our steez
We that vibe, that hype, that tribe
The type to always stay and fight
From bars to cars and marks
to atone
But nobody even bothers to give me forgiveness
I’m a witness to the crime of lost innocence
I got a white mask coverin’ my face
Burn marks on my
out there - that fell victim to their own capacity to care?
Held hostage by the energy of memory
Starved of sleep - wide awake in their own nightmare?
But they stop me from strivin'
Suckas be shakin' salt
All in his gameful so find
Some fools be gettin' crossed
Victims of 40-ness
Man all that
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
Charles Dickens and Mark Twain
And there we were feeling quite smug
Till the world was laid low by the Covid bug
Lockdown was oh so strange
Though many
An excuse for the insane
Mankind the true enemy
An illusion of humanity
Blood footprints mark the way
From the cradle till its dying day
A victim
between 1999 and 2019, and then there was a small Decrease in 2020
But to put it into perspective, 46,000 people died by suicide in 2020
End the stigma,
of these years
Ain't a thing in this world that could bring you to tears
You have run roads with the meanest of men
Eyes shot to hell by 11 am
I told you
trying get my mind right
Bonding with the money I fell a victim to that cash grind
Just play it smart and don't trust no one you'll be alright
Balling
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