Letras
Growing up I never was religious/
Only the devil knew I shoveled to hell and through, I dug the ditches/ (it's deep)
Rode the bus to eleven schools just to mention/
The jokes on us I was never fooled fuck the system/ (fuck em)
A rebel too all I ever knew was thugs and bitches/ (drugs and tricking)
Yet I grew saw a better view rose above and lifted/
Dough and bucks my revenue would become
extensive/
Gold would luster my cheddar grew up it was my best friend/
Yo the rush was incredible I would lust expensive/
Holding duckets a seller who showed another interest/ (percentage)
Woke up a pen was glued to my thumb and index/
Wrote enough to be hella cool though in Hellish Kitchens/
Chosen one still it's selfish crews who would love the mentions/
So in love like Stella's groove with the drums and rhythms/
Close enough to inhale the fumes like puffs of incense/
Golden gloves I just wail on dudes til it left an imprint/
Now I lay me down to sleep/
I pray that may this crown I keep/
Fall from grace is a long way down steep/
While satan baits me now to leap/
The games we play around these streets/
Stain these sacred grounds it's deep/
The words we say aloud is cheap/
The razor blade is sounding sweet/
It seems often we feel far from perfect/
And we are, our experiences scarred the surface/
My bars subversive your worth is not the cars you purchase/
The flaws of our person burn deep and scald the nerve ends/
Comfortably numb, targets when our hearts was hurting/
Some of us dumb, martyrs in the cause of service/
Some of us are to worship lord god through verses/
Others are artists interpreting our honest purpose/
We dealing with damage and try pretending it's fine/
Dream put your plan first but not by diminishing mine/
Simple minds getting twisted up dealing with dimes/ (double entendre)
Make sure you live in your prime we given limited time/
Is it we making decisions or is this shit by design/
Is existence a prison in line to hit the divine/