Lyrics:
a breeze
When I ride by high
Sittin' on Tonas
Tearing up spots
And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners
'Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper
Weeks pregnant now ain't told Sonny
He's stressed out cause there's feds about
Three months, she tells him he's overjoyed -
Hopes it's a boy
But you've
to the day that I'm deceased
Even then I pray I'm living through these beats
Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks
Burning Amsterdam green where it falls like
rap artist (no)
Then tearing out the still beating heart from the loose-leaf carpets
I ordered a hovercraft off the back page of an RC comic
Built
right at the Truth commercial
Some days I don't want to be bothered
Some days I just miss my father
And even if by a miracle he makes it half way out
It
have the FOI come out
We got the deacons from the church
They do security and we just play football
Baseball, you know
Get that community spirit going
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
love but shits so complicated
Now I'm burning bridges, tearing down everything created
My mind's jaded I'm faded, I made this
I'm always tearing pages
But I see the fall of when I stare myself in the mirror
But when I try to see sh*t clearly
Some of y'all try to have my back where the wall is facing
Out of control
Out of the flesh
Deep in your soul
Deep in your skin
Blue eyes able to let you fly
That I can’t leave out from my mind
Angels fall
There's a voice calling out in the air and on the streets
There's diaries, struggles, and final calls
And me I'm stone tired but I can't fall asleep
Like the pages out of the Bible
The devil want me sinning
By the worship of them idols
The demons keep tempting me
But I deny them
The demons keep
Thrown into a life of torment
My blank page became a curse from god
Denied the power to think clearly
As the fear of death is freely flowing through
hand em defeat, no stressing cause Ain't nobody even playing with me
Gotta watch your back when you out in these streets
Came up by myself, and the lord
Pilger and Chomsky
My political awakening soundtracked by fast punk beats
Freedom of style
Freedom of thought
Anarchist philosophies go from is
plus (yeah)
Gratitude is a must, yeah
Me see blessings fall by mi right hand
Buss a toast fi di friends weh tek off heavy load
One time did sit down
Harry Potta
Ohhh Expecto Patronum
Look
They said I should make up a song
About a boy who lived for so damn long
Got a scar on his head by the Elder-wand
Uhn
I’ve been up so high
For so long
That if I fall off
I might just fly by
Undetected from life’s plights
We’ve been beefing like 5 guys
And ever
scar me
Saying you wanna move mountains
Build me a future by thousands
My worth, I'm a prize, no discounting
Don't even know how you doubted
Lookin' me
bad having to watch
A boys voice get removed from his own vocab
Thats why I rap with imperial wrath
Why I'm a superior man even back
When I had no help
I move spirits from the grave to the cradle
Young angel make waves hiding blunts in his halo
The horse is out his stable baby Ima win the race
Let
rappers til they run out of coffins
I dont know where I'm going but I think its insane
The tears fall and wash the ink away from my page
I have to keep one
15 but he's 16 gauge
Wants to break out from his Jesus cage
He's already torn out the last page
It's the "latest rage"
Violence for
far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too
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