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Protect Your Energy
by Matt Reed
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Too many people with hidden intentions, protecting my energy
The trust is corrupted, I still get productive, i grind like it ten of me
One time for ya mind, its black on black crime and not white superemacy
To the man in the mirrior, the present is clear, just know your idenity
Too much blood in the streets
Aint no love in the streets
Just lies and deceit
Fire on me, like the burns third degree
I cant call on police
Aye, get up and step with some focus
I gotta keep that blick loaded
Watching ones that are closest
They the ones fucking you over
Eagle eye spotting the vultures
Pray for the young ghetto soldiers
Word of God already spoken
City on fire, it's smoking
The burden we holding is heavy yeah
Brother chain smoking the cigerettes
Double cups full of the sedatives
Uppers to aid with the defecit
Verse 2:
Demons get full of the dope
Trill angel put em in scope
Skeletons sit in the closet
Like a life bid hitta locked in
Back to back with the deposit
Collecting in large amounts
Im not witht he rumors and gossip
Thats not what i care about
You say you're outside and you're dying there
Im getting it off, want the lions share
Moving in silenece, move militant
I have no time for ya ignorance
Thats only leaving you limited
I am the type to be limitless
Poverty made us all nemesis
Politics distort our images
Too many people with hidden intentions, protecting my energy
The trust is corrupted, I still get productive, i grind like it ten of me
One time for ya mind, its black on black crime and not white superemacy
To the man in the mirrior, the present is clear, just know your idenity
Too much blood in the streets
Aint no love in the streets
Just lies and deceit
Fire on me, like the burns third degree
I cant call on police
Aye, get up and step with some focus
I gotta keep that blick loaded
Watching ones that are closest
They the ones fucking you over
Eagle eye spotting the vultures
Pray for the young ghetto soldiers
Word of God already spoken
City on fire, it's smoking
The burden we holding is heavy yeah
Brother chain smoking the cigerettes
Double cups full of the sedatives
Uppers to aid with the defecit
Verse 2:
Demons get full of the dope
Trill angel put em in scope
Skeletons sit in the closet
Like a life bid hitta locked in
Back to back with the deposit
Collecting in large amounts
Im not witht he rumors and gossip
Thats not what i care about
You say you're outside and you're dying there
Im getting it off, want the lions share
Moving in silenece, move militant
I have no time for ya ignorance
Thats only leaving you limited
I am the type to be limitless
Poverty made us all nemesis
Politics distort our images
