Lyrics:
through your firewalls
This upper echelon dialogue
All the eavesdropping would've heard a fly on the wall
I feed souls what I call street poems
I carefully
Encased in a stone prison
Miles under the ground
The world above will kill you
You'll never be found
Walking corpses flood the street
While spreading
house full of days gone by,
And your cold and wet so you go inside,
And the emptiness that you hope to find for your state of mind
When your out of tune,
the middle of the map straight concrete jungle
Where u gotta b witty clever n tough to thrive
Stl small u got drama ain't nowhere u can hide
Pop out flossin
the breath of life
Trip on the same dead dreams
While our mother screams
Nothing is what it seems
Holding on to a lie
I've walked these streets like Dee Bo in
Nowhere to be found and its like me to do something stupid
So I keep my mouth shut and zip my hoodie up
Go for a late night walk, never thinking that I
hurt by a diss, now he in a permanent ditch
I'm the man with the plan make it work in this bitch
Hop out mystery vans pulling curtains and shit
Big dog
Avoiding the beefs cause I already won
No streets that I cross if I ain't got my gun
Bet i'm gonna pop out wit a whole fuckin bunch
Gotta give me some time
the lies, telling us that our mistakes define us
Everybody's lives looking perfect but mine is broken
Years going by still hoping but I hope less faith get
a dopedealer dead left with all his diamonds
Killed by a private the hit was sanction by a tyrant
I move in silence just me and a firearm
Clearly I'm prepared
my mind
I don’t wanna be no rolling stone
If she’s for the street
Rather be alone
Im fine on my own
Yeah
I been having visions
With nowhere to escape
borrowed
It's too late on streets of hate you await your fate
I tell you brother you were gone from the gate
Just another kid swallowed by the streets
my hood
Late night by the bail I'ma make the mail
Then think they tell, should of knew they would
Should of understood how it go, nigga see me bout
Like a bird on a wire
I wanna lift higher
But I hurt myself ’til I am numb
This city’s a dead end
I’ve lost all my friends
And nowhere I turn is my
plastic utensils
He just came home, he still packin' his pistol
Die in these streets or get saved by the system
Or get you some millions, my lifestyle is
And I need you (Hey, Drilltime)
And I miss you
And now I wonder
If I could fall into the sky
Do you think time would pass me by?
'Cause you know
fools I paid my dues
I do anything to be cool
It's funny how time flies
In the blink of an eye,
Ya see years of ya life go passin' by
As I try
Yeah
Detroit, motherfucker
DJ Green Lantern
D12
We ain't goin' nowhere
We still smokin' crack nigga
Haha
Let 'em know
Bitch keep talkin'
This day will live in infamy
A path for those to come
Each day gets worse and worse
The streets are empty
Reflections tempting
Nowhere to turn
There
Thinking bout the things we could do
Just sitting here
The things i could do with you
So we can walk down the street
Go by the beach
Go swimming in the sea
out a marker and he crouches on a whim
By the side of the dead boy and he draws a dick on him
These are sacred writings
The hospital is filling
of their former selves
We fall to friend and foe alike
We stand abandoned by our gods
Backed into corners, there's nowhere left to hide
The soils
vultures
watch the fleet come closer
we tap down
nowhere to run now
don't back down
muffled out my 4-pound
silent sound
bodies bloody on the ground
High Hopes and weary dreams only to be stopped
A quarter-mile down the street
By the red and blue flashing light of police oh shit they almost found my
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