Lyrics:
line with us a while, see ya humbly watch
Your child's health held in balance by the whim of the system.
Between Cosette and the privileged few
A fat
to come clean.
Shame, is just a game, he says he’s sorry that,
the situation turned out this way.
And now, it’s time, for the big punchline.
Hear, no trace
So this is what I'm doing with my life
Like keeping my nose clean keeping out of strife
Yeah doing this for me cause I can freestyle bitch
All I
acknowledge you (What's going on son?)
Step by step on this dim lit path
I gotta lead my people out of this wrath
But I'm lost and don't know if my way is
to play the field all day, instilled in me what you see today
Trapped in this rat race for snakes that only wanna eat today
So tell me where to go or I
blaze this herbal essence
A man was still a child and I have so many questions
Struggled all my life 'til we evade the misconceptions
To find a place
with one in your dome
Thirteen years in the projects
My mentality is what, kid?
You talk a good one, but you don't want it
Sometimes I wonder, do I
feeling meek
So now I got the talent that is roughly 10% of what I know that it could be
Parker and I just been working on a tape, and this is only just
In Houston, the chops and the seals are heredity
Setting the world ablaze like I'm with Obi
Uncivilized with my hopes, there's no Kenobi
This is not
I threw a fit in a primark
Thought I could avenge the child labor by stormin' the warehouse
I didn't find any kids, just a bloke with a funny face
their way
Success is an enemy to the losers of the day
In the shadows of the churches, who knows what they pray
For blood is the language of the band.
Like I'm in the Garden of Eden, I'm 'bout to go off of the deep end
This evil is calling, I'm already seething and
I'm leaving Heaven
I'm leaving
"Hey!"
I slowed down to see what he said, he said:
"Eh! By any chance, are you goin' my way?"
I said: "sure baby, hop on in and give me a cigarette"
weakness
Child of God
Revolted by it's weakness
So easily corrupted
Let us plague you with perversion
You've become what you abhor
No longer will you
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Listen to this pessimistic
Message you're gifted
Before my life takes the toll, it's wishin'
My death is distant and persistent
I'm siftin' out
just like no other
My haters checking on me
Like what’s good
On god it’s been a while
I’m the one to put on for the town
Call me the golden child
I
I can't
I find myself surrounded by
More empty bottles than friends
This isolation has me trying
Crying through a pair of lens
Yeah I find myself
of gin
So much smoke need oxygen
Steadily countin' them Benjamins, nigga
You should too, if uou knew, what this game'll do to you
Been in this shit
Oh baby
This is not a busy night for me
I'm as useless
As an evangelist on Avenue B
Don't ask me what the time is
My watch stopped hours ago
Don't
take me back
Got my backpack and raps and I'm facing crap
Want you by my side, just so you can hold me down
The realist girl that I'll find
In this awful
That shit look like eternal atonement of sins
Watch this
All I need is a blunt
Hol' up lil bitch are you taking a bump
Stackin' the bodies and stuff
a child
Being playful
Yet wise
The artists artistic way
As Picasso say
All I know is
This place
Would be better
If we didn't put each other down
Men saying
gets this way
There's goin' be more than feelin's hurt up in here tonight
That's what it's like when your fuckin' with us
And then you get fucked up
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