Lyrics:
I found hope
In the back of a closet
Written by a child's hand
On pieces of parchment
Yellowed and old
I've never seen
That kind of belief
I
had to settle up
We be in that field for real you just a heckler
I just jugged a 30 piece straight off the cellular
Took the proceeds and went
my window to the world
And I can see
As the night turns into day
Old ladies shuffle by and wave
And the kids sell drugs to cars that slowly
through out my city
Days be in a haze smoke it down till I'm dizzy
Roll that bitch in kief grab the lighter and watch me burn it
cin't no lightweights this
me why I should bother
One day I'm working with heroes, and I won't fantasize
I got the same effort you see in my old man's eyes
I'll work with Michael
our messy minds
Looking for a place to hide
Only to discover
The only places left to go
Are the ones we’ve seen before
Days gone by
And time stands
side somethings always started
I'm a pyromaniac this is my calling
And im finna bloom on all yall like I'm pollen
Day by day I was up in that cell
Sixteen years old when I went to the war
To fight for a land fit for heroes
God on my side, and a gun in my hand
Chasing my days down to zero
hunger, them days in da past
You look like a plate, put da fork on yo ass
I’m doin da dash, you gon ride when I crash
Im doin da dash, you gon ride when I
got a love that be real?
Until, we got a reign that could outlast pain
Days passed me by, left my life somewhere behind
Games I was trying left me old
if I pull out some heat, nigga, you gon' kick in (kick in)
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the old school
When it's time to duel, you
Everybody, cast your minds back
To the Teenage Mutant heroes
Couple years before Nintendo
Who were we meant to look up to?
Leonardo saving April
Bare
for sale?
The young ones will pays for their parents' transgressions
While the old ones rehash the old tales
Night by 15:30, cold mince and tatties
lads
Posted missing, lost in action in a far land
Fools and heroes, gallant men, now side by side
With the old men who believed they came home that night
say as homophobic or racist
If you're white then you're privileged, guilty by association
All our childhood heroes got MeToo'd or they're rapists
and decay
The man you knew yesterday hooking for
Ten rounds or drinking for
Three days and three nights by
The Sawtooth mountains now
Just something under
of what you see
I'm not in a class of monsters, I'm just a new generation from an old colony
There might be clones, yet no one knows
Yet a microchip on your
It's true
Round here has seen better days
Broken dreams run from the architecture
Peeling the paintwork and staining the pavements
Not like
The times
girls, you do like that sometimes
But one day, one day, the old boy got sick and he had to come home
I don't have to tell you what he found
Oh, yeah,
by the hour
And the days are getting longer every year
I've never seen colors well or clearly
Some nerve somewhere up here must be lost
But the funny
And I'm singin'
Goodbye 20's,hello minivan
Look out 30's,I'm becoming my old man
The keys are in my pocket
I've got the title in my hand
Goodbye
occurred at 3.30
No one was there to witness it
Even the breviaries had left their tapestries on the window
And we were all silenced
By the sad mildew
population by who scoring the lowest
And usually the lowest scores the poorest and they look like me
And everyday on evening news they feed you fear for free
girls, you do like that sometimes
But one day, one day, the old boy got sick and he had to come home
I don't have to tell you what he found
Oh, yeah,
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