No one ever does No one ever does Memories are like promises that are seldom kept Hence why Jesus wept Every day we are torn away from the one we love
Nah, I wasn?t raised at gunpoint and I?ve read too many books To distract me from the mirror, when unhappy with my looks And I ain?t got proper diction
I want my money back, I'm down here drowning in your fat You got me on my knees praying for everything you lack I ain't afraid of you, I'm just a victim
I'm fallin' up flights of stairs Scrapin' myself from the sidewalk Jumpin' from rivers to bridges Drownin' in pure air Hip hop is lyin' on the side of
I used to hump my pillow at night The type of silent prayer to make myself prepare for the light Me and my cousin Duce would rank the girls between one
Acid-wash Guess with the leather patches Sportin' the white Diadoras with the hoodie that matches I'm wearing two Swatches and a small Gucci pouch I could
Ain't from the streets of Compton Ain't from no prison yard Ain't got no guns or weapons Hell, nigga, I ain't hard I'd rather help than fight you I'd
The legion is on fire The legion is on fire The legion is on fire I was born in a convict colony I was torn from the land that mothered me Mother, may
I know that you've woken up And found yourself within a world a questions Where the answers come and go? And I know you don't want to sit around And hear
I don't know whether to laugh or cry And I don't know whether to live or die I kept my love for her locked deep inside It cuts like a knife, she's out
Can you feel it? Nothing can save you I?m tougher than bullets so baby pray to your savior I never been shot but I bet you I?m braver I?m taking my spot
And when my fears arise I blow them out Blow them out, get it out Blow it out, get it out Death creeps through the streets over programmed beats A rabid
Something is dying tonight There will be no more breath and no more light I've burned every candle and extinguished every fear And I've waited for your
Cancel the apocalypse Cartons of the Milky Way with pictures of a missing planet Last seen in pursuit of an American dream This fool actually thinks he
To manifest your dreams before you manifest your fears To navigate beyond the treachery of self-despair To find the balance between all you sense and
I gave hip hop to white boys when nobody was looking They found it locked in a basement when they gentrified Brooklyn Left a list of instructions, an
What's a song if you can't fuck to it? I want to move deep in the gut of it And what's the right kind of behavior To qualify as someone's savior? What
Nigga, you betta drink half a gallon of Shaolin Before you pluck the strings of my violin My life is orchestrated, like London symphony Concentrated,
