Lyrics:
years bought my own family a home
(Grind)
Breakaway from toxic people, Israel, shalom
(Israel)
Living check to check and struggling to pay rent
Praying
stifled, by my rivals
With my few, maybe times two, write a hiaku
Of my views, from the skyline, gotta shine too
DMV2DENVER for a day and a night
We done
joined co-workers for drinks. Get drunk, shoved down pizza or fries, go home, give my fast asleep husband a hug and wake up again. Rinse repeat.
Being in
Made it into the pantry down there
I finally discovered what I was looking for
I groped my way past the peas, and
I groped my way past the asparagus
don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be
moderate
As long as I'm livin', I'm supplying you with the hottest shit
Dead man walkin', better tell Brent
Money is the root of all evil and I'm hell bent
down
Cause' all the assets you left for your kids bout' to get passed down
I came long way, I came long way from where I used to be at
Where as a jit I
her for acting this way
I don't blame her for acting this way, no way, yeah
The way the moonlight sits deep in her eyes, I can tell she wants to cry
something tragic
Like
Like do she wanna take time
I be late for a date
With a train line
Do she wanna wait in the way
Just to waste mine
Battling for scraps
a high-yield earning
Your high anxiety burning off the fumes from my burners
My evil memoirs interleave intrigue
To get more niggaz high than Kilimanjaro
fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told
Like my good hand
Tattooed E-V-I-L all across his brother's fist
fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told
Like my good hand
Tattooed E-V-I-L all across his brother's fist
the fuck is that sound
Money money money money
Figure it out, get out of town if you need to
Living with doubt is a proud way to be swooned
By the evil
She asked me where I was from
I said "Somewhere you never been to"
Little town outside of Knoxville
Hidden by some dogwood trees
She tried
Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"
Mum loves
do whatever for the root of all evil
Gold, silver, bronze, no try the black metal
Turn yo mutherfuckin' flowers to feathers now fly to heaven
Kevin!
rusted on my bolts
Wake up and go to school, back home to sleep, replay the new
Bake up cause it was cool, I roam with feet and slayed with crew
I want
Tie we morals to we values,
Of dat we nah let go.
Where I'm from, is where you aren't
Each day we rise, look into the sky
Searching for better, no
White corrupted by an evil apple
I was Adam I had to run away from the dragon
Who burned down the chapel
Howls from the jackal
I saw your real teeth for
spending all these Holidays alone
I keep on calling love, you won't pick up the phone
Where you rest when your home isn't home?
Staying in, but your mind
the people dying on our home soil
Trading solder's blood for oil hoping shit with boil over
Painted in red like the flag that we love
Betrayed by the ones that
Accessing my higher self
Getting out of my own way
I've been somewhere for too long
They never noticed my reign
Inner kingdom high as hell
Everything is
hear
our mother’s call.
“Oh you, come down from that room and be fed
too.”
For angels have ruled right over this root,
even they’re keeping their
Wanted to earn some coins for the day damn
That's his way?
He got no motive in life, wondering what sin he did
In his previous life to land a role like
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