Letras
I paint this figure in the middle and it's not even coming out right
I already got like the hands like on the side, like the hands of doom
And I'm like representing the city and the environment around this artist
And what I'm trying to draw is the artist in the middle
And he's like, like, he's like painting all by himself in his own world and whatnot
He don't care about nobody around him
That's what the hands are, everybody around him
Yeah, who is this character
That's Zorro, right? That's you
Who gave you that idea
Cradle of civilization days of our time
Peace is reconciliation if peace is not of our time
Speak for yourself but not on behalf of the culture
What's a million-dollar idea in the path of a vultures for more exposure they will coach you in the ways of the coked up
Smoked up another drone of the throne supposed to
Have freedom of expression nor a mind of their own
He who cast the first stone will take that shot to the dome
Compounding interest on inventions investors could never measure the effort it takes on endeavors of the soul on the record
For spiritual evolution retribution in numerous solutions that never gave us reparations over nooses.
Problematic niggas that strive from static of action
Acting from the dramatics blacking on moving with passion
An allusion the bane of my melanated existence pussy popping cat-calling number three in my listing
A faithful man tempted by the warmth of flesh
Sending me to confession as I'm licking on her breast now
I couldn't contest provocation of the laces
Wrapping her legs around me them covid kisses left me tasteless faceless
If you could've caught it on cam head was moving mountains of her thigh as I slaughtered her lamb
She was only seeing green like I was Sam of I am she didn't give a fuck about me she only wanted ham and
I only wanted slam
People talking shit but when the shit hit the fan
Everything I'm not made me everything I am and everything you are has turned you into a sham.