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Spawn (feat. Daisy Boy)

by Sudo the Nomad

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I am dormant supposin, normal's the chosen, spoken token of forlorn winds This chrysalis, holdin me back, when ya shoot don't miss Swervin in motion, devotions are gropin the hope is a myth I reminisce, bein about six when I fell on my head And I thought it was over, sickness passed when I ripped a gash Right through this shell Let it boil over, the stoic form rest in his casket, well The quarters are damaging, been where no man can see Hellish when the metal burn, bruise your anatomy Spawning and scattering, break the cocoon! Shoot the tank, ya gonna shoot my brain Encased in casing, I face my grave, I dwell The way in is the way out I had to be twelve, when I first delved Out the box but not onto shelves Put a pricetag on my own life on a quest, in a test When I question, my grampa tells me "Son, you gotta believe in yourself, it's your health What's the meaning of life without reason at all Interstellar I see you compelled, well Reality's real if you let it be fake Make no mistake you stuck in dismay Trix are played on your mind, unfortunately you gotta buy What everyone sells" Incubate just to procreate Call it destiny, call it fate Call it real or you could call it fake All my life all I do is wait Break the cycle of stakes and ties Gimme something for my mind To break apart, unwind, dismantle Til I die, Til I die, Til I said it Til I die Shoot first, nothin lasts, in the Hearse puffin gas Feelin sick over the kids who's momma Can't pay rent, picked rocks over a job Thinkin how they gon live now that they momma Trick for the credit, cause I'm more empathetic Than a vegetable on anesthetics Sippin a mixture of diuretics Cause I'm more frightened than a child In a world where Zion's embedded, shit's scary Shit's rough up in the wood, whoop But like my momma always said "No matter what weight you must carry Never let it fuck up a good mood" Bruh I be hungry, full a burdens, no money, nothin perfect Body ugly, and hurtin, but I put that fuckin work in My negro, it's worth it Though cotton and copper ain't really worth shit Funny that's what we get put back in the Earth for Sayin if they payin at least we ain't dirt poor It's like evolution just wants to see us hurt more If it ain't Teflon fuck you payin Three hunnid on a shirt for? Bitches? Looks? Whatever fool, name it Stuck in the shadows of the gallows, just hangin Incubate just to procreate Call it destiny, call it fate Call it real or you could call it fake All my life all I do is wait Break the cycle of stakes and ties Gimme something for my mind To break apart, unwind, dismantle Til I die, Til I die, Til I said it Til I die

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