Lyrics:
must be nice, it must be nice
To have Washington on your side
Look back at the Bill of Rights (which I wrote)
The ink hasn't dried
It must be nice,
What if the messiah came and went
And this hell that we live in's the place we deserve
Even the unborn are guilty, sentenced to their own unwanted
years old, with 3 kids, 7 tattoos
You're bald, but your legs are hairy
I don't want to party wit' you, hmm, hell naw
You need to put some lotion
fight back
Who don't know that
If it was my call
This racial shit'll be outlawed
Who the hell's vetting these cops?
Its yall fault
I work hard to get this
killing babies and these times real but
Back in the day when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in
(Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is
Hell, incest kids under pressure
In the corner clutching they genitals by the dresser
[Verse]
Begin to flow to me
Just when I think the world is drowning me so hopelessly
The kush is pink, Turns me on when the ink drips
Fill a sink
and I take her
Your loot that is
Send ya back to the creator when I shoot this 'ish
The blissful kid riffin' in the pit
Watchin a wizard soar by
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
out here tryna spill our hearts and we show you
The kids are getting out and losing they religion
While everyone just sit back and they watch from
next to my brother in the cell no bail for me
Man let me out send me back to bitches that smell Purdy (pretty)
And all I gotta do is call once
cool as hell, bad to the bone, I knew it all
I remember that needle buzzin' ink, got that cross in my forearm
Hit it pretty good 'til that summer
know my history, I know we are moors
There's a universe in her afro, hold us back though
Power in the black folk, well that's forbidden knowledge
Fraidy Cat, I think, empty pen, no ink
Just a shell of what you once was aye, wont hurt one more drink aye
Won't hurt one more drink, won't hurt one
See if we can kill your amnesia by the time I leave
All mommies I harbor for vouch for me
Tell 'em bout the time all your mommas couch mommy
All
unbothered
And bad habits all that he has
Look back like where the hell did my life go
Felt trapped only twenty at the end of the road
No path ain't no highs
Colder
This room is getting colder by the second
If hell is hot
Is it cold up in heaven
Maybe not
And maybe I’m just tripping
I like to talk about
the mountain, higher up I climb
Never down kid, livin in the sky
Never nullified, by the other guys
I go Kamikaze if I ever die
When the sound hit, see me come
good, you can't read or write
A bittin' kid that'll get twist if he front, no publicity stunt
His life flashes by his eyes quicker than Black History
staring
Just thinking of a way and when to get the brother
They'll be long gone before the kid recovers
And back around the way, he'll have the chain
Dusei
City In The Woods
You know it by tha letters
Shoutout Junnie, Bobby
Rudy, Jerm and Chat
Shoutout to the Duggers DULApparel on my back
Shoutout to my
them niggas winning from sinning
They scamming, I’m famished
I might vanish from the damage caused by anguish
I don’t give a fuck about opening up
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round round and round
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover
of a young man
I'm tryna go and tell my story so I put it in this ink pen
Flashing back I used to think then
That this shit was just impossible, improbable,
I
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