WHO GON HOLD YA BONES?

I Don't speak the same language no more but i'm tryna get back to it

Draw the blinds lock the door tryna re-store what the fuck had happened then

Bitch i'm really made for this shit

God stabbed my brain with a pen

It's gon be gratifying when

We win fuck around and win again

Do You Feel The Energy

I feel the energy

I do

I said do you feel the energy

THE ENERGY

My bodies a dilapidated house

With a faulty foundation how

I made it this far leave me astounded

Got the tools and re-built the ground

Tear soaked scarf ring it out

Imma swim far before i drown

All my pains in the walls of this apartment

Ima turn to a house

Make a lasting impression with some poems and some loose sounds

Im foaming at the mouth

Have you ever put a loaded Glock to your neck like

Transparency was the name of my blick cause she never lied

Kept a steady hand treat it like a brush tryna paint silence

Yeah

Paint your room with your personality listen for the sirens

Good grief no such thing as good grief pop a oxy for the morons

Need more time spent before the ones i love or me is dying

A promised rest is solace

If you really shining who's holding the light?

Ya bitch ya mans or christ

Your spirit guides aligned

Kickin up dust like the bulls

Going Pamplona on these hoes

They only wanna hear ya tracks when they pain

But i won't resuscitate my woes

How you gon defy the inevitable?

We gon define the inevitable

Don't shy from the eventual vegetable or maybe comatose

Can't get em on the ropes if they know the ropes

Screaming fuck ya rope-dope

When ya flesh burns off who gon hold ya bones

Who gon hold ya bones

Another, one of these guys that has to

Just get everything out of their head

In order to just function