Lyrics:
time comes change
Wouldn't wanna have it any other way
But when good times stay
Rejoice and pray
But when bad times come, Man I lose mind state
Living
thicker than water name brought up don't remember me
Play puppet strings like a symphony no simp in me
Dont need no sympathy or no fake jakers befriending
what imma say?
On a better day I'll take the pain away
By writing bout my feelings
Ashing blunts tryna communicate
What I've been living through
I don't
NOTHING NEW
(By Danny Dean Phillips)
Look at all the people,
Crowding in on me,
What they want is sympathy, Wont get it from me.
Look at all
me see that I need to live for me
And by me, you mean you, but either way it's not the King
Either way it's not working
Either way I'm not turning
You've fallen so far
Rise up from the suffering, no sympathy from below
In this state uncovering, deceit is all that I know
Fueled by hate I
you if I know you envy me
Envy make best friends turn into worst enemy
Doing all that hating don't get you no sympathy
When I speak all my words sound
plates
Surrounded by these snakes, I want Versace
Got no sympathy if you ain't working as hard than me
You say that you're my friend but you be robbing my
realized, It made my soul dark
But In this life, hope I play it right by playing my own cards
Hope I don't crash in this challenger, this shit fast-paced
Been
call it superstition, Dogmatic schisms are written by the son of perdition,
hidden, esoterics, seeking truth after knowledge, if the truth wasn’t hidden
it's no square in my pattern
Climb to the top and then pull up the whole ladder
Something like a giant they jabbing at my bladder
Picture perfect living
Living in obscurity
A ripple on society
A social case for treatment indeed
Adopted by a charity
Loosely based on sympathy
A painted maze
A right
on stained rims
Oh the church songs they paled next to this fiery chorus
Composed from a living depth especially for us
There were arms linked in
nothing when I got shot, I ain't make a Instagram post about it, I wasn't looking for no sympathy, it ain't nothing but a thug penalty, my pops was banging
Fighting hunger when my stomach rumble
Everything I did and I'm still this humble
Know they want to see me dead by the curb
You know them 5-0 go for head
â??til you're skin and bones and when we finally reach the end, you'll fall into our open arms, accept our tears of sympathy. Make way for our emptiness.
Heads down, swallow the screen and feel images
Imprint themselves. Big world, little villagers.
Living the dream, dreaming of waking
Who isn't afraid
sympathy
For the hand you was dealt
Life getting harder
Have a son and expose him
To all your childhood trauma
Different stories but the same results
We
(Jimmy P. Brown II, George Ochoa)
What kind of society do we have
Where doing the wrong is right?
Living by rules pressured in
Throughout time
I owe them money
I gotta keep the little bread I hide away for the days that aren't sunny
But a rainy day is every day
So I collect water in buckets
I feel no sympathy it's easy
Leave it alone, let it be
All activity must be stop
All the doors must be locked
Don't make sound or we all be fucked
I
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