Wit Luv

Dreaming out loud I'm serenaded by sirens, I kept replaying the light when it Kept me awake on nights when My goal was stayin' alive, ghetto like an asylum Who could you blame but your eyes I detonated a cycle And seperated the lies From record label contrived Who sayin' they war ready, kids that we all bury My conscious tends to be plagued by money and hunger pains Nothing left to my name so I pitch to niggas outside Hedonist night walker, hopin' no price bought ya I'm - dazin' and confusion I'm no stranger to juice No - stranger than delusions of me hangin from a noose I'm - hangin' by solutions you a danger to the truth No - anger but i'm losing it, looking down Nostrand from Utica It's the two of us drinking outside It's the end of the world and niggas is cued to go, should I ask why You is food to those niggas with hearts that's 2 below Road to a empty city I'm snowed in wit Edward Snowden The cold crush living within me I owe whatever I owe them Them hoes what ever i know dem, close my tab when they show up And all my niggas they know to grind hard if money should slow up I was Walking Dead into my grave until I found this music Found myself was on the brink of finding I would lose it And if you feel me throw ya hands high It's either- heaven or Vegas, I guess you ain't heard the latest To the city wit love The slums might hear, I was young right here, momma comb my hair It's on right here, if you come round here, they don't come round here This the End to all of that noise, end to all that you think you know I think I'm lost with no voice, I seen it all and I think you know That phone ringin' at strange hours, maybe it's my estranged father Pray to God it's no waiting room or no city morgue or no jail houses Couple things I wouldn't dare comment, momma answer her fear mounting Booze was movin' them snow caps and he coulda faced a couple years round it I feel surrounded by dark thoughts and that long walk home I try but I keep drowning in Kings County where the wrong caught hold Sometimes my eyes won't close, I can't confide in no soul Sometimes they ride on folk, just to keep fire on stoves That's just like tires on road See I guess if we pop em this chance of stopping Is high off road I know we envy pockets in empty projects It was me, G-boy, and Spade in the building when Inf had seen some face of nigga Who might have blood on his hands, blood from the kids that he murked Fuck a cop put em in the dirt Fuck a cot put him in a hearse Fuck a jail we was going first Catch em on a backstreet I could give fuck Tell the court it was us, something I couldn't leave to the church Cops was testing these broken bones against night sticks And these night shifts to keep broken homes that we might fix Heart broken rogues on the nights If you feel me throw ya hands high I guess it's either - heaven or Vegas I guess you ain't heard the latest To the city wit love The slums might hear, I was young right here, momma comb my hair It's on right here, if you come round here, they don't come round here This the