Search results for 'Pain Indicator for Communicatively Impaired Children'

Old News
Like a news letter
Fuck a bitch
Thought I knew better
Then to get attached
All emotions wrapped
Up in this bitch who walked out so fast
Switched up
Throwing switch blades
Like a white boy
Throwin gang signs at a white school
For the display
Shits insane
So insane
Dropped out got no respect
Onlyfans for a little check
And you future sits wit a man who drop a sub to peep at ya little chest
World is sick like St Jude's
Children dyin
Cop's killin too
And you sit in ya little room complain about ya little views
Get up off your soap box
I'mma kick ya off
Go face rocks
Vanity is the devil's game
And i'll admit that i'm one to blame
Old habits they die hard
Kickin rocks in the courtyard
Ain't locked up but i'm locked up in a mental crate
Like a lion cub locked up in a fucking backyard
I'm so afraid
I'm quite confused
Takin a change not much to lose
Cuz one day i'm gone see a million views
History will repeat itself
Blow up after i delete myself
It's crazy sad the support you see
When you in the ground makin food for trees
It's sad the support you see
When you dead and gone but you best believe
That when i'm gone y'all gone remember me
Y'all gone remember me
Old News
Like a news letter
That fucking bitch
Thought I knew better
Then to get attached
My emotions wrapped
Up in this bitch who walked out so fast
Switched up throwing switch blades
All on my skin for the display
Got scars shaped like hearts
Cuz the only thing I feel is deep pain
Dropped out got no respect
Teachers told me I was a waste of breath
So I sit there
Feelin impaired
To the future I had cuz no one cared

We miles out from that money but ain't no problem I go get it
My bro like he my dawg can't leave me stuck he gone go with me
Certain risks involved when trine reach the top u can't be chicken
And i hope that if I die they say I lived my life prolific
We lost to the struggle most of us end up as no different
Best end up out the way onto a bag and wit yo children
Can't respect nobody who ain't real I'm not gone feel him
Been hurt so long my heart so cold that it ain't got no feeling

Donny cash moving fast getting bread is the task
This black mans pain and beats is like a soul from the past
Obvious that we ones that's here of the last
Real chosen
Others had a chance at a bag but fear froze em
Over here we got plans falling thru in real motion
My schedule don't clear open let's the business bout big tokens
Mafioso I need my zeros in the ocho
Rap go slo-mo I'm shopping Kush by the boatload
My flex is wreckless talking logo on the necklace
Bad bitches or the exit I'm not a sexist
Moment that another check hit It's the next trip
Ya babymomma gimme neck lip on the sex tip

We miles out from that money but ain't no problem I go get it
My bro like he my dawg can't leave me stuck he gone go wit me
Certain risks involved when trine reach the top u can't be chicken
And i hope that if I die they say I lived my life prolific
We lost to the struggle most of us end up as no different
Best end up out the way onto a bag and wit yo children
Can't respect nobody who ain't real I'm not gone feel him
Been hurt so long my heart so cold that it ain't got no feeling

Hustler uniform that's the Nike tech check drip
9 on the hip all my pockets fulla net strips
Only convo tween the dawgs be the next flip
Convos get u behind a wall or your neck slit
Plays that make the dough grow wat be my focal
After dollars I glare they say my vision impaired
Like them days I was down on my dick they was there
Bussin checks off a goofy tryna get me a share
Finessing mid for the gas coming up on the squares
Out New York in them buildings tryna serve by the stairs
Yeah
But still jiffy as fuck how I weathered the storm
U ain't surviving the times then what u on

The trap ain't where they sell drugs
The trap is that sweet lie we all ingest fed to halt our progress
The trap is saying misogyny is only men who see women as less than
And only add value to them when their legs are divided
Women tell women your attire, your desires, your movements
Your speech ain't nothing no one can preach on
They dead wrong if the speak on it
Ain't no such thing as human issues, only women issues
So anyone who ain't a woman can't speak
The trap is telling men conquer as many women as you can
A key that can unlock many doors has much value, yes
But why open doors to single mothers, misled youth
Young men with no guidance, broken homes, disease
Jail cells that yell my dad wasn't there
All he cared for was butt and a good nut
It's all good though he conquered so he a man
The trap is saying there are no roles
Everyone should run the 1 through the 5 at the same time
We all look to score no one there to pass
I need me that board
No one gets back... on defense
To prevent the Enemy from piercing our people
Men aren't suppose to lead
Woman don't need no man
Kids choose what they feel
Is God really real
If he was he wouldn't tell me what to do
He only wants me to be happy
The trap is the Bible is just a story book written by white men to control us
Those rules just meant to regulate no need for old fashion laws
The book so flawed we should burn it all
Ain't no wisdom there
I'll be my guide
I'm more spiritual than religious, so I can guide me
Don't need that help
I'll help myself
The trap is it's not that deep
It's just music
It's just dance
It's just art
No way the lyrics of gunshots to black people head is affecting us
No way I shouldn't let my 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8yr old
Enjoy the melodic tunes of drug dealing
And cheek clapping stories over a jumping beat
No way her naked body nor booty
Jumping moves should arouse anything sexual in you
Something wrong with you if the body turns you on
It's just a painting
Just a dance
Just a song
The trap is it's just a drug
It's just a drink
I think better when my brain is slowed down
When my vision is impaired
When my reflexes are slowed I'm my best self
It's legal now so clearly it's not that bad
I do what makes me feel good, and that's all that matters
I could stop today if I wanted
You only live once so do it all
Who are you to call out my pleasures
The trap is if God is real, He doesn't care how I live
I can feed my mind, body, and soul whatever and it's alright with Him
Jesus ain't real and if he is doesn't make a difference
No matter how I act we all God's children
If Heaven and Hell is real
I know I'll get into Heaven just based off how I feel
See the trap ain't where they sell drugs
The trap is that sweet lie we all ingest fed to halt our progress
The sunshine's calling
I've been saved
From the rain
I've been sheltered
I can't call it
All this pain
Moves my brain in such a way
Jesus healed me
Took away the lies and I
Know He healed me
Jesus healed me (Jesus healed me)