Poseidon's Wrath / Better Dayz

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Javion Bishop

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Don’t come where I stay
Don’t pop out yo face
Nigga might get you sprayed
Just stay in yo place
We on yo fuckin head, A band'll get you hit today
Like I’m wearing headbands, Niggas won’t see me sweat
On my feet I’m surviving off tongue and cheek
On these beats I’m going Poseidon I’m washing niggas like sheets
I’m a god in this industry, It’s a god in me guiding me
And my abstinence ain’t for practice nobody fucking with me, no
Stay sleep, and don’t wake up until I say you can
I come from a sacred land where women had to raise the men
Grinding on the daily, filling out them county papers, kids
Play with blades and cannons I ain’t talking bout no Megaman
Streets was never cold, it was 80 in December
Santa never came, we cracking niggas shit like they was ginger bread
Pull up on the block and let it rain like the weatherman
Get out that window hit the floor and roll under that bed again
Niggas was slanging not like Goliath & David
You best to protect your life fore somebody run up and take it
Just me and my niggas outside, Skateboarding we ain’t riding bikes
Chalking up the parking lot, Cars flying by
Almost drowned in the pool really a couple times
Every Friday meeting in that community lounge
By & by it wasn’t safe in neither day or night
And walking after dark you’re better off consuming cyanide
I lay at night in my bed and pray for a silent night
Cause if they run up in our shit then they gone die tonight
I die for mine, I had everything that I wanted.
I never flash it cause if you flaunt it then niggas want it
No red or blue colors in my closet from paranoia
And sketchers on my feet because niggas kill you for Jordan’s
5AM and you snoring
I’m breaking Olympic medal records just beat the bus to Quincy’s corner
that’s a mile away
Close enough to hear the shots too far to catch a stray
Lord forgive us deliver us to some better days
Coming from where I’m from
Where I’m from
Could’ve had a heat stroke
Waking to the corner store boy
Coming from where I’m from
Where I’m from
Before the villas went cold
Barbershop was never closed boy
Coming from where I’m from
Where I’m from
When the Honda had the tags and was still getting toed boy
Coming from where I’m from
Where I’m from
Wrong color on yo clothes you might catch a bullethole boy
Back when Zion lived in Summerwood I’m there everyday
Kicking Back and Bobbie house before that hurricane came
Z & Mark was wit me walking down the block for a plate
And them haverstock niggas made us tuck in our chains
But things changed, so fast you couldn’t freeze frame
I had to warp From baby boy to Ving Rhames
Ain’t have a choice, the streets cold but my heart colder
And My head head is hell when I’m not sober

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