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You Again
02:18
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I covey another fable
I’m looking for a corner of the branches to mound
Everyday I say a lot and do enough to get the sun around
and when the shadow strike, it knocked me off my common ground
Both sporadic now its all static
When i’m weaving for a signal
The weather dismal
Beyond the gleam it brung me here to you god
My eyes squinted when I witnessed that Im all that I got
Im empty handed for a reason i’m not ready to experience this road
and you expect me just to let it go?
Im only letting go…
the fulfillment of my purpose to equip and test
My commitment or to show a surplus
of the frequencies made
It didn’t change me When I wasn’t certain
I knew the placement of our timing was a rush and all
Inside a room with the paneled walls
My weighted keys kept from the streets
My life was taken from my basement
Evacuation
my only failure wasn’t taking more chances to fail
The laws of power in my system, malfunctioning statistics
Living past 26 is
a intermission worth for celebration
When I surpass I searched for steadiness in concentration
Nowhere,
I need it to be except the boof, not on Chicago news
Somewhat wholesome in a thought to leave
so what you from want from me?
Im on a quest in heaven
up my sleeve a microphone for all confessions hope it wont affect us
And When I barely dream of matrimony
I was and mad and lonely
Its all survival of the fittest, When you built from grimace
And I feel...
Like everything surround me with purpose
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2. |
The Big Dirty
01:26
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Save me a halo I might just debate it
Not getting more social my style feel out dated
Making these dollars not counting a comma
Or stalling for nothing like scenes from a drama
I’m mad till Im making more bank in my pocket
I’m busy don’t call me
These rates going higher
They judging regardless
I miss all the hatred you gave me like gas to the fire
I’m smoked
Dreadfully puzzled like why am I here,
In this life with regrets when these
Demons can Steer it
I think that I’m chosen, but more like a
Poser these game getting colder
I told you, I know you suppose to be focused
Fuck all the doubts I been posting,
Most of its swallowed up anger,
Changed up my angels like Kurt before
Locking up lyrical Potions
Im gone
I’m gone
Palm to the canvas like Ross with the fro,
Finish this product went Bounty for bounty,
I want me Grammy and Property owned,
Feet up I’m leaning when needle touch soul
Smoking in silence im Cheifing like Chong
Peace to the doubts but she stuck up a pole
Took me as hostage and threw me in mazes
I stare in amazement and made this feel home
Money on the table but niggas don’t want get it
Head up in gutter for niggas that’s not committed
Everyday was hard when my pop was Serving a sentence
Said that I was special like pointing out what they Mimic
I was on a verge of sleeping and hitting limits
You Falling for the best and say baby girl I’m menace
This ain’t what you call it when every time that I hit it
I was verge of calling quits and I hid it
But I’m not made for love
I Barely be saying much
I gave up my time
Just making it last for us
You dig?
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My presence rang a siren as a up and coming warning
A city not too big on me staying
My family watched me call the shots of me living
It brung me nowhere more father than music frequencies reached
The only speed bump I can see was me in moderate speed
A perfectionist
A settlement to silence the streets
Cuz I was bound to be grounded like higher power fortunes making
for generations
The building block of my writings provided me air without luck...
I Raise this finished spliff up
like a weapon or a Dollar to the light to Cure my calvary
In totality, my mentally reach a peak where I fear no death but
going out way too early
This moment right now can be cherished with no confirmations
Seen variations of dedication to the way I craft my blade Can puncture any making
Guess that explains the blood Sheed
It gets no steeper At the crest of home lands
No longer safe for no man
Until the chants of my baby clinched on my words from early mornings
I winged it and she recite it better
So much I have but only so much I can grasp forever
But through her fragrance I can see a future
and when I barely knew her
Before this crowd that might compare me
I was my own consumer
Things were slow with big investments
To the time I’m Doing
If I seem broken, It won’t change unless I see Improvements
Without my people I won’t be so fine with going home
and you had the nerve to ask me
What’s so wrong...
What’s so wrong....
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