New York Son
Benn Weston
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When I say I'm doing don't you know it ain't like that? It's your chance, step in line or fall back Plenty of time for glory days to come back Unwilling to step up and attack I ain't asking for no hand outs Looking for love not begging for clout Million ole ways I can better myself While you hang 'round like plants in a drought Both hands on the wheel driving to a dirt nap Both hand on the Glock like a lines cast Both hands in the mud trying to grab that Hands on the clock spinning round and round fast Everyone wanna see what I done Where I'm from What I overcome Just for fun I got a question, when life ends what was your intention You know I ain't a nerd scrubbing half baked bars Like fight club waiting to pop off the pages Gonna wash the town cause I'm dangerous With no thoughts except for what comes subconscious Leave the world saying my name, Robert Paulson Split my head to expose the crimson Word play is just an illusion Hypnotized by the television My names been shot out your mouth Northern drawl not from the south Gates of hell guarded by the hounds I told them sit, instead they bowed It's hard to take the pill if you don't want it The industry mixed appeal and you swallowed it I'll be morphin' this and carve my name Neolithic I'll start the new stone age Granite set in a matrix of lime Stand forever a test of time Red or blue you best be ready I woke up the eyes that are not heavy I ain't been sleepin' for months not one minute I'm Dracula biting throats to drink it Wooden stake is how I am treated Stabbed in the chest yet undefeated Watch the way that I use the craft Arguing about the tact Sorry you don't understand Out classed empty hand I'm about to catch All of those packed Around the simple fact It didn't go as they had planned From barefeet walking up in the creek To pinching pennies for something to eat Earned a one way lane on my street Burning tires bald on my concrete I ripped the thunder, fed my hunger I dropped the hammer and shot my future What's the matter, ignore the banter I would rather become the master When you invent the ship you invent the shipwreck Playing roulette in water Titanic the cannon needed to pierce through the skin on my neck This holy water bless the path that I've taken I sailed the world just to tame the kraken Getting ready for words that flow from my tongue Under my own thumb is the place that I love Italian blood like Mozart writing symphonies Polish heart beating subliminally Irish whiskey fills the stomach and Consumes my words violently leaving no air to breath My Pitbull's turned to a bird dog Clearin' the sky with the buck shot Catch all those flying higher than I Taking them down with that, chick chick Bye Backwoods raised in a one horse town I'm a New York son, not city born Genesee river flowing up northward Carrying dreams I had to the afterworld It takes two to tango and three to dance But I'm one man cutting these steps in half Many plans with no time for a set back Bucks on the wall are missing the skull caps I'll tattoo this story a half inch deep Cause the skin I got is thick and clean
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