Lyrics:
The saddest fact is it becomes the opposite reaction
Apollo's fists are crashing, the swallow pits of passion
And hollow fits of all the trysts that ended in
still must take place
(Yeah)
Inside a peaceful warrior compassion it remains
(Come on)
Humbled by the process and we pray it's not in vain
Be still walk
Spit that shit bruh and build a mansion
Paint on the paper with my pen with passion
Most of ya'll stay dumb and take no action
When they take away
what the basement bars do
So don't judge by the pigment
Selling CD's by the shipment
Twenty grand in equipment
Oh shit, that's commitment
So don't tell
watch you burning
like my bad dreams
give you to da beast in the pit of hades
thunder rolls
stormy black clouds
I stole the 7th seal
then the angel
so awake, not leaving them a soul to take
The ghosts are fake and couldn't even hold their weight
I chose to blaze my own trail with the motivation
back by my damn self
I do it all for my damn health
I'm busting your cd's on the damn shelf
I'm breaking the iPods or handhelds
I don't need no damn help
Best life livin
See the bag and get it
Vernon hit my phone
Said “turn your passion to a mission”
We work way too hard to care if anybody listen
Do
I like the passion you bring
Shorty check it out
You got me on a high
The way you like your lips
Caught me by surprise
Not afraid to speak ya mind
it twice, you finna hit the ground
Take ya drink, walk away and sit the fuck down (Go sit the fuck down)
Go sit the fuck down
Get out my face, bitch
send them up when they get enough
More ish than an enema I'm dropping
My CD's be the feces, we living by the doctrine
Put the heat to these cornballs
walkin out the front do' (Right)
Ain't a motherfucker I gotta change fo' (Right)
Therefore I'm a be this way until I go
Yeah! Guess who walk around
reattaching the ear
Then walks backwards thought the bushes
Where he's disregarded nature
Who's the guy on the bench, I'm reading his paper
Takes the snail he
by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
That she's plain addicted
zone like hot rocks don't walk on My fire
Built flames and built name rapping Through this mic
Fueled up I'm juiced up ima go take Flight
Rolling my gas
I know the odds, so round of applause thankfully
I hate this walk, can't ya whip me across waterman?
Just an outside uncle
Pounding knuckles like
they get to sinkin'
Hoppin' out on feet, passion pit, I take a walk
Machine gun stays by my side like I'm Megan Fox
Them boys playin' air guitar,
the crime and walk, no- because
Everything seems cloudy
I've never been robbed in the
Game 'cause I'm rowdy
Carry on, I will take a hammer to your Audi
I'm
under the pit
So it's musty and the pistol sittin' comfy
I put my right hand up to God
My first drive-by was on the
Two pegs of a honkey
We was teenagers,
propelled
In this pit of collision, America, for surely call it Hell
It came in text that I was sent as a visionary
I travel with the humble, still bled
the air is steaming
Seems to me, the symphony, be in the dream, might give a meaning
Told my Homies Keep this Passion
What's a life without a mic, the dark
with no mileage (uh)
While you walk the street until your feet get calloused
Take you on a natural high (uh), like a pilot (uh huh)
It be all good,
and we grow
As we find our way
We walk on this road
Take it day by day
We stumble, we fall
But we never quit
May fade and we stall
But we come back quick
sacrificin' myself becomin' feeble (Feeble)
I sit at a meeting surrounded by people who don't care about me, my future, what I do or For them I'm condemned
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