Azul

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Critical Mischief

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I start at my root
That's the first out my seven
I aim for my crown with kings and queens
Ain't no way to contest it
Family splitting
Two sides
Some people not forgiven
They helping with a catch
I'm surely not forgetting
Forgive I don't forget
I wrote it down
I need a pick me up
Baby folded tubes crossing over
Doctor cut me with precision
Then he stitched me up
Oh shit
1 and quarter kidney my percent
Stand on both my legs
Don't need a helping hand
Never break we only bend
God sent
Taking breath with due respect
Exhaling fumes up out the chest
My different soles are on the floor
Picking up, my rooms a mess
Ain't no uno card to reverse this shit
The deck is stacking up against
No longer can I skip amends
I rarely ever say amen
My prayer hands gon' pull apart
Grip my sword
Swing and slash at every demon that has left a mark
My father's armor cover up my scars
Veins filled with a gallons of passion
Learned some weight is too massive
Had to break my limit just to stand where I crashed in
The volume of talent
Don't match the space in my ink
I need to push myself further
Who else get caught up in they dreams
Blood and tears in these pages
My ink bleed through
No relations to the dodgers but I bleed blue
Sangre Azul

Body in the jungle
I was living with the wolves
Hammered up
Raised up by pact
You ain't talking to a fool
Get in front my fucking path
I'm ripping down the ruse
Off the tree you could bleed
This ain't free
But you knew the rules
What'd you think we gonna do
Hung me by the lowest fruit
Do this till my skin Azul
Tell me what that make of you
Tell me what it make of me
Another kid another dream
Yes I gave up time and sleep
That was just a maintenance fee
Hold it down don't need a crutch
Ain't a joint then split the Dutch
Mom showed me not to give a single f*ck
When the demons come
The pain is numb
I slowly grown not to fear the stampedes
Hold it dear hold it close
I hold it when I'm standing
Good grief
Heaven sake
I been reaping what I wrote
I been swimming in my world
I been living what I told
I've given up right arm
Just to gain this fucking penmanship
Now I'm writing sloppy with my left
What's the point of this
Dawg I don't know this shit
And I been on my road again
Outgrowing different people
I send love to my all oldest friends
I wonder where the journey ends
Questions with no answer
Write it up
Throw it out
Switching different stanzas
Raising standards
Seeing how I shifted frequencies got me flabbergasted
Shit f*ck I don't know
Why am I talking in the past tense
I remember riding shotgun
Playing shit that he grew up to
He gave me thick skin that surgeons couldn't even cut through
He would switch it up playing Zapp, Cube, chalino
I'm up there on the plate
Bitch I'm swinging like Bambino
Tell me what that makes of me
I'll tell me what it's telling you
I turned this passion into fuel
I do this til my skin azul

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Do this til my skin Azul
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