The Art Of The Drill

I'm leaking Red blood cells coagulated Got it out the dirt Out the cotton fields We made it I take a look back And often I feel jaded Truth of the matter A lot of this shit be overrated To each his own Yo life is perception Drink your own poison Pick and choose yo weapon Everything you face in life Is said to be a blessing That's if throughout the process You actually learned yo lesson Time be the bearer of all truth I look at my life in the rearview mirror And I see I'm living proof I seek peace and find refuge Inside this vocal booth Now that the rain is gone I can see clear I stood the test of time I've eradicated my fear Now the world is mind I'm living through the rhyme We facing hard times In the midst of killing season I dare not touch this mic Without having great reason He got murder on his mind He hunting his own kind God please press rewind So his body they not find Laying dead in the street So his family not weep But the code blue beep His life was stole for cheap Now his ole lady can't eat And his babies can't sleep Designed by the elite They watch blood flood the streets For the sake of the thrill Niggas lust for the kill It's the art of the drill Shit roll down capital hill Praise to the most high For the breath I'm breathing Fire breath I choose to manifest In the greatest sense of love I'm achieving goals I only but once or twice in my life Ever dreamed of So as above so it be below We gotta till the soil Plant new seeds And nurture them to grow Mama earth she be the candy lady Produce and apples plums pears Now that's real food for them lil babies Land is the basis of our independence If you should think not I pray Jehovah be yo witness I refuse to settle and my soul be forsaken Freedom is a road seldomed travel There for the taking The giant has awakened And this be a far cry Coming from where I'm from Nothing fail but a try Rather stand on my feet Than on my knees and die Black fist up high I'm saying Fuck yo apple pie He got murder on his mind He hunting his own kind God please press rewind So his body they not find Laying dead in the street So his family not weep But the code blue beep His life was stole for cheap Now his ole lady can't eat And his babies can't sleep Designed by the elite They watch blood flood the streets For the sake of the thrill Niggas lust for the kill It's the art of the drill Shit roll down capital hill The atmosphere is sacred Frequency is real From the power of your tongue You either speak life Or it's death you will My youngans done mastered The art of the drill Sad to see our babies out here dying Niggas test for the kill Putting in work Shit get drastic Moma can't see his face Head to toe a closed casket Put his pic on a shirt Another one got murked Sacrificed for the perks Black suits and black skirts And I can't forget the hearse I sometimes sit and ponder and wonder And ask myself what's really worse Are we the microcosm of some God forsaken curse I thought the children of Israel Was said to be first But instead we're being mislead Astray like sheeple No way in the world We should have to fight to be equal They say love cost Well it's all power to the people Let's pour into the babies So we don't see another sequel At all cost Cause if we don't Then we all lost