Lyrics:
red
From all the truth that I've said
Come by it honestly I swear
Thought you saw me wink, no
I've been on the brink, so
Tell me what you want
they backed down in front of truth
And now they say
These words came from heaven
Straight to you.
*taken from the album "Deep in the heart of Nowhere"
at your catscan
In between albums, I've become a masked man like Batman
And stalk my own rap fans
I'm like a madman fightin a war
Throwin lightning
Uh, man this life we live (wooh)
West side baby, West side (yeah)
Yo, I've been strong for a while but anyhow
I wonder how much stress God gon'
I just go off in the booth, tryna live my truth
Never forgot my dad face, when he said, "I'm proud of you"
Now we on the road (oh, yeah), in
been canned
Or even bagged like the grocers
But I've never been promoted
Except upon posters
Rarely ever working on a sober mind
I'm hoping for a moment
the subject
They've taught you well collar around your neck
Buried under debt they got yo sorry ass in check
Babylon must die open your eyes
On sait pas trop
'Cause we can get it, we can get it
I've got a friend and yeah, she sells it
And I feel okay, I take it day by day
And as I waste away
I'm working
when it came to this rap,
You should've vacated the premises
Make way for a chilla, guerilla, down low killa
Get loopbtin civil, next up
Yo I
My shit's straight bile
You're mild, you've got no style
I won't be impressed
or you possessed by baliel
I make beats like surgeons resume
To stitch
minus me
So you can keep the attitude and
The fear that you hide between
But when the truth is in the room
Just don’t you dare lie to me
Cause I belong
friend
I'll be here with you until your dead
And I'll probably be the cause of your end
I know you believe everything I've ever said
Come with me through
So I’ve been writing for years
Still haven’t conquered my fears
I still grab all the beers
And when I’m rapping they sneer
My support disappears
the cheese
The first maps were drawn up by the blacks
But these white historians don't wanna acknowledge that
They try to keep us in the dark in a nigga trap
your greed?
Maybe I’m sick of this shit, maybe I’m quitting this shit
Maybe after a year making the album, I was never pleased
But me being good in your
the sky wins from the most high, oh yea
Most of 'em said I'd be a slave to delinquency but
They don't know what I feel driven by the truth that's inside
dying try to save myself
Pushed it down to be a workaholic
But the music's lame outside of album
I bite my flows from all my favorite artists
I'm well
pouring pints with a head
I'll tell my peers cheers over beers
Poetically afflicted by my fears
An artist is someone screaming hoping somebody hears
I was
Yeah I got a lot on my mind
Making sacrifices daily tryna stay on my grind
Tony Hawking in the booth, and I'm only talking truth
Escape
when I spit the lines
I think I overuse the drugs cause I'm way too blind
But I seek the truth
And all my niggas eatin from this slice of bread like I'm
In the cockpit, I'm the pilot
I guide the missile, this a rocket
Intro the album, this shit is flawless
No physical copies, it’s not at the market
the booth
Ever since Pontius Pilate put a pierce in the truth
From to the G to the O to the D I'm choose
If she go to the D I'mma ve-to the truce
From the G
an issue
Look
I ain’t been this hot since The Truth
2017 the tip of my youth
2018
I was stirring the soup
Stirring the beef
Puttin out heat
2019
I purchased
That I would never leave
Point of this story
Emotionally, I caught myself
But who was there for me
Yes
Surrounded by a family tree
I was loved and raised
.jpg/208px-John_Lennon_1969_(cropped).jpg "John Lennon")
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