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Make it make sense
I'm tired of the making music with distaste
It's tasteless, they just
Don't understand the power when facing greatness
The days

a figment
If it goin break I better go fix it
Take two styles and I might go mix em
Missed that car by just a few inches
So glad I'm livin
And I hope it will

I been striving for success, I won't stop til I'm on top, like a Jenga block, no stress
Ironic in a sense that until they stop sleeping on me like

down
Live fast

Slow down
Slow down
Slow down
Live fast

Angel on my left side
Devil on my right
We gone see who makes sense
By the end of the night

But whatever, now I see you
Like you looking right through me
I guess that's why you call it nerdy

And revenge is like every sense of the word
Why you

And it had to make sense, don't change, never really, really did it for the fame
It's your heart, young boy, free game, what you got about six shots, six

Another sad story being told. Two shots too
The head pronounced dead, only 2
Years old. What the fuck is going on in
This cold ass world? Grown ass

when I try

Broken down to where all I wanted to do was cry
Feet dangled over the edge, thinking I was ready to die
Because I had a head full of wire
My

irrational ?
It's like talking to a brick wall about the price of cement
Demented ways of acting that defy all sense
Not your time of the month it's just your

They were still talking shit about 
some unpaid check for freedom 
that felt cathartic but meant nothing
when the sky it started humming
Still

customized
Yes customized
Customized

Talking heads are everywhere filling us with greed
Salesmen on the telephone with things I'll never need
But your word is

hear when I pray?
Am I just talking to space?
I pray that you work out your Plan
Even if that means I don't have A mic in my hand
I'll find a way I can

By default know that's money

And not on Insta-Live, I'm talking about real life
Everyday I grow that money 
Quarterly monthly and throwback money
You

that we anguish to keep it all going anchors us 
Angers me, sedated by the all the shit on tv
Until I come back to my senses tense and seething
So mad

Ill Mind of Hopsin 7

Hopsin

Ill Mind of Hopsin, Vol. 7

2014

stories of older guys
Who were notarized by you when you finally vocalized
Now I'm supposed to bow my head and close my eyes
And somehow let the Holy

Ill Mind of Hopsin 7

Hopsin

Pound Syndrome

2015

stories of older guys
Who were notarized by you when you finally vocalized
Now I'm supposed to bow my head and close my eyes
And somehow let the Holy

We think we're so important, in the little world we live in
That it revolves around us, there's no doubt
We think that life should make sense

""Watch me My measures get desperate Stand beside me Keep your head calm  Futile pride Holds back my endeavour Talking loud Beneath my own palm  Will

by the twos for the vanguard
Just a little Common Sense and a lot of competition
Took me from a Lost Boy to a freestyle event
Over Swiss Beats bled

twist the green
You see little shorty dressed in pink
She's talking to this dude, who sips his drink
Now they chat for a bit, and then begin
To step

I feel like I’m in danger I can’t seem to get you out of my head
We stayed up all night talking bout our differences in your little bed
Now Today you

die another stat
To prove your tale
Another instance any sense no avail
Another instance where my car's
Off the rails
Another issue talking head have

rap bout bangin' but don't practice their preach
I'm gettin' bread by the hour, pull up, fed them the power
Six holes in his skin, it makes sense why

I never got to kiss your head, ah, Emme
And the call came the week I got divorced
I thought I had a real understanding then of loss
But I didn't