Lyrics:
the fingers threaten me
But I ain't goin' out grip and sit firm and readily
I'm a child of the wild west keepin' you guessin' constantly
Usin' this lumen
Blood drenched execution
Carnage inspired by hatred and evil
Fatalities the final solution
Feel the fucking pain
I rip your child from your cunt
the fingers threaten me
But I ain't goin' out grip and sit firm and readily
I'm a child of the wild west keepin' you guessin' constantly
Usin' this lumen
Pregnancy and infant loss affect
1 in 4
25% of humans
Never get the chance to explore
So many families
Leave with no child to hold
So many babies
weed's responsible for memory loss
Let's witness, the horrific, the stench'll make you nauseous
See what I seen every day I live with this torture
We all born to die like it's a crime to live
Is it a sin for taking time I'm just tryna give
The man inside that mirror a lil wife and kids
Take it
And if I'm hungry for the chicken
That heat'll spin you
Around rotisserie style
You was rich as a child
Never wanted for shit
And you ain't never run
and languaglessness
Where things are slowed respectfully
Respectively… where clear it goes
Tonguing a loose tooth for the
Blood taste from your gums
Thinking in child
for memory loss
Let's witness, the horrific, the stench'll make you nauseous
See what I seen every day I live with this torture
Lightin spliffs up
didn't know the world would look so small
I charted and graphed my course
But couldn't plan for cabin pressure loss
I didn't know the map I made
Would be
to rebel we'll do quite well to use up their short lives' years for the manifestation of our own pleasure
Our own self center
As long as we lie well enough
for you
The grief of one who lost a child
A boy looking for his dad
The tears of those who lost loved ones
Needs to be comforted with love
We must be
worth
To all the new born
I give my soul for the Lord to bless
And to all my homies with infants up in this wickedness
Birth control
The worst
the kitchen baby mama bitchin'
Child support, want me in court
I took a loss, did time for the pitchin'
Co-defendants snitchin', pre trial starting for you
He
it’s their loss
I've been nothin’ but real
We all got some sort of depression
I promise you ain’t fuckin’ special
And don’t take my kindness for
to his child
The generation gap we bridge and we can figure out
How to break cycles, live in a spiral, move from the center and branch out
The tree of life
the back
As he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin' back
Took a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga
I got it
There was a woman from Hempstead
That went to the creek to get water
Though it had run dry for years
She was her fathers daughter
He was a girl dad
utopian life
Either had a grip on or felt the strike of your own knife
To feel all faults, to feel loss, and feel that strife
Another child left back
turned into a child
Reaching out across
The dividing loss
The boy became man
His words full of spirit
He healed every wound
With his sacrifice
His
super, ego
Believe what you believe, I'm saying this for my people
Define God within gold, heroes from ground zero
Beginning after the end, the reverse
I measure a soul by how many people they've made better
In the center of the storm ducking blows like mayweather
So they may weather
Any obstacle
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