Lyrics:
trust
Love not lust, good things can't be rushed
I'ma keep my head up, let my karma be plushed
Watch me as you analyze my style imitate my ways
For days
to the sounds of the Master Gee
At the age of four I was on the floor
Giving all the freaks what they bargained for
At the age of five I didn't take no jive
Marching the town
Like a priest in my rapture
Muttering spells
So desperate for tenderness
So raw from the grating of senses
The way the day drinks
days I don't catch no feelings, only flings
I probably sound like an asshole
But around my heart I had to build a castle
I never trust no one
Cause they
Hoping that some day
Her heart for him will die
When I look into the mirror
The only thing I see is a fool
I've been trapped inside my soul, yeah
I've been trying to find a way
Some days it's hard for
I’m feeling colder by the day
Hold up roll up and then I pack the pack up
I’m still on the search for something to feel for
Armor piercing hit them with
she's singing
Ooh baby, ooh, said ooh
And the days go by
Like a strand in the wind
In the web that is my own
I begin again
Said to my friend, baby
surroundings, flow better than I used to
Mama, this for us buy us, for the days I wore FUBU (wheel the sound)
Havin' beaucoup dreams, deuce-deuce in jeans, my
have to fight
On the other side of town
Running with the boss sound
Running with the boss sound
Running with the boss sound
In the day we use
the sound is getting through
It's the same old shit for days now
Every song just sounds like you
I don't wanna waste your time
By being on your mind
Anymore
she's singing
Ooh baby, ooh, said ooh
And the days go by
Like a strand in the wind
In the web that is my own
I begin again
Said to my friend, baby
with you
Caught in by the sound
Caught in by the things we do
This is how I sound
When I'm so in love with you
Days in silence
Days turn to violence
sound
Man, I love myself some money, but I do this here for free. What you're hearing is that boom bop that's comin' out of me
Like a tree, deeply rooted,
There is a truth, inside of youth, where fear doesn't take control
A purity, to set you free but have you ever let it go
I'm shamed by pain
Moving
These days I swear people are robotic
I swear they going psycho in the comfort of their logic
Gossiping about people projecting all their toxic
this before
Yes you have
Feet stuck in place under grey ashen skies
And I can't seem to move watch the days passing by
Like I let myself leave, without
For a moment you lapsed
Look at the sky
Feel the numbness come back
In fact, see the cars go passing by
It's blurry, uh, there's no focus in these
of the pure
Gripped by awakening hope
And the search for an ethical cure
Questioning destiny
To save the sheep
Moral tranquilly
Not easily reaped
Ripped
worn down, weakened spirit
is where my demons dwell
Beyond all bearing that I
drag myself into hell
Each day I'm eaten out by
this cancer of my soul
My
turn to hours turn to days
Months leading to a set up for a grim-looking decade
My anxiety’s been dulled by the numbness that I made
I’m sick and tired
fellow Americans.
This is America's day. This is democracy's day. A day of history and hope, of renewal and resolve. Through a crucible for the ages,
that drink my liquor and smoke my stogies
How come you ain't on Facebook taking up for me
When you round me most of the day, and you know that I'm
I get surround sound - I get big!
Here's a tissue for the tears
He gave you hard times over hard rhymes for years
Shattered your career
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