Lyrics:
to see him Dead
Ain't up for discussion
Everything I said is what I live
If I ain't do this rapping it be boxing or the trapping biz
Trying to change my
I just do it like breaking bad
Thats all day in the lab
You got scales , got grams then trap
Surrounded by fiends and rats
I just do it like
find out that I'm dead
Body full of meds, mislead by a pill head
Fucking infrared cocked back, ready for the Feds
Been about a day since I bled in a pine
down every inch of this brown stone
Fourteen days go by, I'm better on my feet
Keeping busy, let my vices take the lead
Never thought you'd be the one
out?
Dead conversation
Dragged it, still waiting for bus, piss taking
Gilet and I'm patient, it's pissing it down and I'm fucking debating
Expectations
say go ad infinitum
So space is impossible, right
Wow, is that cool
I don't know
Maybe what do I think
Maybe time is the same way for an hour to go by
eight days a week, and because of that me and God didn't speak for a while,
Now I crack a smile when asked my religious preference,
I utter a Tech
our hearts
This is not my home, no
Everyone's bought and sold
This is not my home
Everybody's walking round the dead and cold
One by one, by
hater hit by my ride
got my hands hustling for the rands
cos my heart go hard for the grands
got my hands holy holy for the grands
got my hands running
hater hit by my ride
Got my hands hustling for the rands
Cos my heart go hard for the grands
Got my hands holy holy for the grands
Got my hands running
(Can we live on) yuh
(In this perpetual XXXX day)
Shit done changed (Evil Empire)
Shit don't kill you dead nigga
You gon wind up being brain dead
of the day, it's not me that will get caught lacking
No cap, I don't get no girls at all
Always thrifting cause I'm too poor for the mall
Honda with no rims, I
you're my favorite person
I crave a new summer
Watching days pass by
I think I need to drink some more
Cause pain needs time
Meet you last fall
I put
to play
I know you heard my diss from back in the day
I'm still down for war my soldiers know where you stay
You either at your mommas or somewhere out
suicidal cynic
A fuckin’ all-star at the methadone clinic
Coulda been anything that he wanted to be
Ended up another junkie down at BMC
Like Groundhog Day
day
And as things went by
Bro I wanted to stay
My heart told me that im gonna get played
But I loved that girl so I just paid
People asked if I was okay
Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got
how much I spent
I got everything I wished for what's left for me to get
All this ice on my neck that could pay your rent
I don't do no talking all I do
so deep so deep in this
And it’s trying take my peace
Have been running for days
I am stuck in this pains
I don’t even notice
My heart is bleeding
So
the drink’s that’s in this house
I will give to thee.’
‘O you will sew your dead mare’s hide
And pour a drink for me.’
And he’s sewed up the bloody hide
the die is duly cast
There is a dead man in my bed, she said
That smile you see upon his face
It's been there for many days
There's a dead man in my bed
I
better lock your door
Freedom comes, it ain't safe anymore
Freedom comes, oh, no, don't look away
Freedom comes, had to wait for the day
(Wait, wait,
I dream so much
And I just can't seem to find an
Answer to what I'm living for, in general
I can't keep living like this
It's breaking my heart day
were posted
By Chevron
Meanwhile a budget was placed in our hands
As the deadline in the sand came to an end
So much for the peace dividend
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