Lyrics:
closed, clutched to my shotty, having visions, flashes of death camps and prisons, no provisions, deceived by the devils decisions. Forced into a slave,
prison
It's no change from what I've known
Except I can call this my own
Fascinated with the dark and cold
I could call this home
I know tomorrow's lost
With the illusion that you’re right
Your mind is trapped in a no walls prison
Chained by fanaticism and senseless creeds
Too blind to be aware of your
Dressed to impress girl
Now watch me throw on my fit
Press the red button honey
Im'a blow up the kids like I'm head hunting
So come get destroyed by
dresses, (?)
He don't even smoke but tell Butter roll an ounce
Cause I'm way too fucked up and I'm too turnt up
And I brought my own shit and I do my own
prison
I said I'm feeling in prison
It kinda feels like a prison
I said I'm feeling in prison
No one can save me
I'm all on my own now
You were my home now
for Freedom
Hard to fight the system
Easy to write your visions
Listen
Freedom is it's own dimension
Spend too much time tryna figure out why you living
longer do we live in a society bent on it's own destruction
Children of every race, creed and religion frolic through fields
Of golden dandelions
Lil
by teachers who usually weren't my skin tone
All I ever wanted was to go and stand out
Thinking if I used my voice I would make my fam' proud
Always
ben menachum, yo
Yo my own blood, dragged through the mud
Perished in my heart still cherished and loved
Stripped of our pride, everything we lived
closed, clutched to my shotty, having visions, flashes of death camps and prisons, no provisions, deceived by the devils decisions. Forced into a slave,
thorax, abdomen
Bequeath my word feast so you understand your sin
Your unresolved duties landing you in debtors prison
You're burning all your money
on the cast
Step to step we made up the Vast
Short story told
Hustle very cold
All around as code
Always do as am told
By my Heart of gold
Literally it's so old
Yeah
My Lord
Yeah
We sell, crack to our own out the back of our homes
We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn
We go through
Yeah
My Lord
Yeah
We sell, crack to our own out the back of our homes
We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn
We go through
ben menachum, yo
Yo my own blood, dragged through the mud
Perished in my heart still cherished and loved
Stripped of our pride, everything we lived
get all the comments and shit but my music is not defined by your standards
You should write your songs like this, structure it like that
Need a catchy
D-Mark got the heat on me Talk that shit nigga, big dollar
If I ain't got it right now, bet,I'ma go and get it
Just check my navigation, said I'm
God-given
Been blessed with Allah's vision, strength and beauty
Truly my only duty is to dodge prison
Play wit' me, I'm modest 'til them strays hit me
God-given
Been blessed with Allah's vision, strength and beauty
Truly my only duty is to dodge prison
Play wit' me, I'm modest 'til them strays hit me
to do the dirt, then the evil could live within me
But decade separated, and I learned from their mistakes
When my cousin get out prison, we gon meet up
I've tried to do this on my own
Even when I know it doesn't work that way
Even so You never left me alone
You were by my side the entire way
finance, yes
But the question is, will I let that shit define me, no
I was brought up by the right people
High school mates were the grand opening
Though my
I got LV on my fleece, yeah (right)
Diamonds on me, I'm elite, yeah (alright)
She want to make a porno DVD, yeah (Come on)
Put your hands up (yeah)
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