Lyrics:
and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So
under siege
By niggas that lay you six feet deep
My history
So please believe
I need your help
And you can’t tell me I can’t change the world with wealth
now man now
You miss mr why you styling my gesture oh
Well am the man am the man am the man now
Almost got lock up ooh ooh ooh woo oh
Almost got shot by
Creating, identified by rules
Rigid concept imprisoned by our thoughts
Ignoring what they can see in dreams
Shattered ways opening up all dimensions
Too big
fights and discussions just had to be
Written and known through recorded history
At least for those who seek or listen
To the words I am rapping
song, and that bitch just passes by
So I, got lyrically complex, that way I could clock checks
Get my moms out the projects, with these concepts
And experience for yourself, what I personally consider
To be my most treasured creation. I present to you
The Ledger's Voice, by Vold Book
Take care and enjoy
weighted in gold
I'm measured by what is weighing my soul down
I've stayed in my truth
cnd stayed on the rope
I made it right through
I've made it my coat
Men
So this generation
A burden upon themselves
More so than any other time in history
We falling by the wayside
Where our leaders at
Claiming that we
And understanding
Possessed by gods
Transferred to man in
A script of a book
A scripture that looks
Like a Biblical writing
Inviting a hook
Of a song sing along with
to nature
Our failure to be what we represent
And we cannot find our own evolution
We are defined only by history
And we will be remembered in tears
Do you
peace, with robes, a canvas of orange
Aura pouring teachings from the Pure Lands
Soaring
To abodes of celestial modes
Soundtracked, by Modal Souls
In
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
I learned to see and to feel in the darkness
I saw my life embrace the world in its concept
They made me a prisoner
They held me tight
Force
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
goes through
Dunk when I'm 4 2
Get kwan when da goal loose
Still
Still the same soul
With different souls
Still
Still taking off
But with different goals
only
Speak on that from experience
I know Loudy can speak from that too
He brought up this concept for this song
Cuz I made a beat
I was listening
the reality behind it
Once upon a time, we were told that nationalization would prevent growth
by limiting competition,
that our countries were nothing
than never
Placed brittle faith on filthy tongue
Slowly severed by words
Left interred as exposed souls erode
Though I'm told to expect that fate
Human
and hovered his camel ember
He would talk of worldy concepts that he wanted to remember
At least he did until that fateful labor day one hot september
No not
four-fours stack till I'm matchin' my worth in measures
Spend my leisure time
Combattin' these worldly pleasures, attacked by the worst oppressors, unaware
a miracle"
And I say a miracle cause this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces, I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and CC Allah
Mr. Soul
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
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