Lyrics:
burns, so x ray the damage
I’m blowing up like a gamma
Cause when the king grabs a hold of the mic
It’s a symbol that you took
An L like a lambda
I’m
in the kingdom
[Mad Child]
Death by invitation, torturing teens in bondage
Approaching a scene, mentally unharnessing carnage
Hell hath no fury,
I want you
I want you
I day-dream of seeds girl when you pass by
I wonder what the future holds for you and I
I tell my friends favorite tales
Enough to leave you mentally scarred
But y'all don't understand me
Trevon Martin was killed carrying candy
But Zimmerman is chillin and
The Ray Allen's
strolls down the avenue
And her skin's just the right shade, yeah
Spend them off days soaking up the sun rays
Know you need to be on somebody's runway
Model
mind is old
And when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
Another- deceased, another story gets told
It ain't nothing really, ayo Dun,
of Onegin invented by Pushkin
Sure, and
Now we know each other’s names
Hey
You’re three days
older than me and
There are no obstacles left between us
I mean
Move to Oak Park B if lil' Tim and 'em wasn't 'round
Bang in peace to Ray, we name the block after that child
Know you out there smilin' through that
like Puff wit no Mase
Wait, hold up, wait a minute, what you say
Back it up, give me space, who that, Nicole Ray
By the way, Dj, better play all day,
Another day up in the city, I'm tryna get active
Cash up on my mind broke hoes flying straight pass them
He worried bout the ho, I'm tryna buss for
golden rays
Another away from your mind maze
To maintain how i behave
Would have me lacking in love someday
Your smile holds familiar taste
Belongs
up by death's broom
And that your sun would set soon
Death broke into our house
And stole my tongue
It robbed you of your ears
The house is quiet
Our
thing called responsibilities
Pity society looks unhappily
Glad to see a nigga take a drag or pull a trigger
Pass up opportunity and take another
to some gunfire
Hey Sabrina, hold your head up
Another nigga got killed by his so-called nigga
This shit messed up, it's time to fess up
And realize that we
All my life
Working at the factory
The pay looked mighty good to me
When my body was my own
Doctor won't look me in the eye
My youngest child
a day in a life
Just another player move
Another game another flight
Everyday I wake up
Then I practice what I preach
Gotta hold myself accountable
mind is old
And when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
Another- deceased, another story gets told
It ain't nothing really, ayo Dun,
ain't even thinkin
Used to this shit, shots bussin? i ain't blinkin
I want all of the beef fuck being vegan
I'm gods child, but i stay with my demons
I'm
a king without a scar or two
The child that is brewing will take hold of the wings
Steer us forward into what we're meant to be
Better that's all we could
That I can't be touched by a crew or any solo
Who dares to step to this kid and his Clan
(Aww damn) Another crew done by the hand
Of the Shy (What
frequency is at a certain height
Able to be perceived by those who hold the light
I'm here to demonstrate
How to remove yourself
From the tunnel gate, vision
ah dime
They don't understand the pain of a black life
Most of us ain't got no daddy
We were raised by our mama or our granny
We all bastard child's
get along
Hold it all in
Let it all out
Hit the chorus again and some adlibs I'm out
I smoke my blunt and I watch the world pass me by
Rationalizing
them
Stay by their side
Lord of all creation holds our life in His hand
The God of all the nations holds our lives in His hands
The rock of our
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