Been growing light to open sight, flowing at the open mic, I’ve been hoping something sticks or fits the plan I wrote at night I know there isn’t something I can demonstrate to open minds, Flow and rhymes that over time I wrote then ripped the dotted line Took a page then hit the stage with vivid rage and rigid ways In frigid days, when winter came my vision started taking shape, No divisions, they’re vintage, the borders, walls, and gilded cage, A gilded age that’s filled with silver, gold, that they could pilfer, raid, And take back to the castle, those assholes always getting paid, Rascal acts they capture, traffic, and actually they intertrade, Gathering the capital and stacking it in little states, Going to the Cayman’s where the taxes come with little rates Not complicated, it’s a consequence of opulence, People poppin’ opiates because it brings the profit, Like a prophet said, talk like Marx or Noam Chomsky off the head, The billions they’re profligate, we need to choose the populace, We need the whole metropolis, the global population, I mean all of us to stand up feel the strain in the esophagus, But I’m just talking this, I need to take a pause and sit, Alone I may be powerless, together we’re the opposite
(Verse 1) it all started innocent, just a kid with a spark, Friends passing blunts, igniting up the dark. Curiosity crept in, took a hit for the thrill, Didn't know the path I chose would be uphill. Used to hit the church, Sundays in the pew, Now I'm chasing clouds, lost in the smoke, it's true. Pews replaced by alleyways, stained with regret, Trading grace for a high, a choice I can't forget. (Chorus) I'm on the wrong side of life, straying from the light, Missing Sunday sermons, caught up in the night. I wish I could rewind, press pause, or eject, Back to being a better member, a family's respect. (Verse 2) I see my mama prayin', tears in her eyes, Wondering where her baby went, caught in the lies. Daddy disappointed, the disappointment cuts deep, As I walk this path, it's like I'm playing for keeps. Friends turned into shadows, lost in the haze, Chasing dreams of escape in a purple-tinged daze. The church bells ringing, but I'm too far gone, Lost in the rhythm of a misguided song. (Chorus) I'm on the wrong side of life, straying from the light, Missing Sunday sermons, caught up in the night. I wish I could rewind, press pause, or eject, Back to being a better member, a family's respect. (Bridge) I used to hold the Bible, now I'm rolling green, Trading salvation for a temporary sheen. But deep down inside, there's a voice that cries, A plea for redemption, a yearning to rise. (Verse 3) I see my reflection in the mirror of mistakes, A soul torn apart, a heart that aches. The preacher's words echo in my mind, A melody of repentance, a rhythm hard to find. Family gatherings feel like distant echoes, In the smoke-filled room where the devil bellows. I'm searching for an exit, a way to break free, To rewrite this story, reclaim my legacy. (Chorus) I'm on the wrong side of life, straying from the light, Missing Sunday sermons, caught up in the night. I wish I could rewind, press pause, or eject, Back to being a better member, a family's respect. (Outro) But every story has chapters, a chance to rewrite, To find redemption, emerge from the night. I'll fight my way back, find the strength within, To be a better member, let the healing begin.
Amore ma da che cosa cerchi Cioe i soldi che posso darti quanti ne aspetti Amore poi che parolone è fantasioso Non dirmi mai che mi ami, è fastidioso Vuoi spenderli in droghe davvero Ce é per questo che lavori, per sentire te stessa un po meno La birra no solo vino bianco e fermo Io ti faccio un dito con le dita nere d inferno Certo che dumbo è il mio writer preferito Gene sara il prossimo fratello è garantito
I keep low when I smoke on the low when I go on the row on a boat wit the loak an how on my way to show and I want mo never take no, for awnser that’s cancer We bounce back elastic we stacking we stacken outa habit
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Larry would go crazy on this
So would Freddie lmao
He’s just talk about his daily activities like every fucking song ay ay ay
Wassup goat🫡
Playback speed at 0.75 you're welcome
never misses
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Damn🔥
Been growing light to open sight, flowing at the open mic,
I’ve been hoping something sticks or fits the plan I wrote at night
I know there isn’t something I can demonstrate to open minds,
Flow and rhymes that over time I wrote then ripped the dotted line
Took a page then hit the stage with vivid rage and rigid ways
In frigid days, when winter came my vision started taking shape,
No divisions, they’re vintage, the borders, walls, and gilded cage,
A gilded age that’s filled with silver, gold, that they could pilfer, raid,
And take back to the castle, those assholes always getting paid,
Rascal acts they capture, traffic, and actually they intertrade,
Gathering the capital and stacking it in little states,
Going to the Cayman’s where the taxes come with little rates
Not complicated, it’s a consequence of opulence,
People poppin’ opiates because it brings the profit,
Like a prophet said, talk like Marx or Noam Chomsky off the head,
The billions they’re profligate, we need to choose the populace,
We need the whole metropolis, the global population,
I mean all of us to stand up feel the strain in the esophagus,
But I’m just talking this, I need to take a pause and sit,
Alone I may be powerless, together we’re the opposite
this is the hardest verse ive ever read.
@@ihateyouxeroappreciate you dawg
(Verse 1)
it all started innocent, just a kid with a spark,
Friends passing blunts, igniting up the dark.
Curiosity crept in, took a hit for the thrill,
Didn't know the path I chose would be uphill.
Used to hit the church, Sundays in the pew,
Now I'm chasing clouds, lost in the smoke, it's true.
Pews replaced by alleyways, stained with regret,
Trading grace for a high, a choice I can't forget.
(Chorus)
I'm on the wrong side of life, straying from the light,
Missing Sunday sermons, caught up in the night.
I wish I could rewind, press pause, or eject,
Back to being a better member, a family's respect.
(Verse 2)
I see my mama prayin', tears in her eyes,
Wondering where her baby went, caught in the lies.
Daddy disappointed, the disappointment cuts deep,
As I walk this path, it's like I'm playing for keeps.
Friends turned into shadows, lost in the haze,
Chasing dreams of escape in a purple-tinged daze.
The church bells ringing, but I'm too far gone,
Lost in the rhythm of a misguided song.
(Chorus)
I'm on the wrong side of life, straying from the light,
Missing Sunday sermons, caught up in the night.
I wish I could rewind, press pause, or eject,
Back to being a better member, a family's respect.
(Bridge)
I used to hold the Bible, now I'm rolling green,
Trading salvation for a temporary sheen.
But deep down inside, there's a voice that cries,
A plea for redemption, a yearning to rise.
(Verse 3)
I see my reflection in the mirror of mistakes,
A soul torn apart, a heart that aches.
The preacher's words echo in my mind,
A melody of repentance, a rhythm hard to find.
Family gatherings feel like distant echoes,
In the smoke-filled room where the devil bellows.
I'm searching for an exit, a way to break free,
To rewrite this story, reclaim my legacy.
(Chorus)
I'm on the wrong side of life, straying from the light,
Missing Sunday sermons, caught up in the night.
I wish I could rewind, press pause, or eject,
Back to being a better member, a family's respect.
(Outro)
But every story has chapters, a chance to rewrite,
To find redemption, emerge from the night.
I'll fight my way back, find the strength within,
To be a better member, let the healing begin.
The mf don't miss
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Amore ma da che cosa cerchi
Cioe i soldi che posso darti quanti ne aspetti
Amore poi che parolone è fantasioso
Non dirmi mai che mi ami, è fastidioso
Vuoi spenderli in droghe davvero
Ce é per questo che lavori, per sentire te stessa un po meno
La birra no solo vino bianco e fermo
Io ti faccio un dito con le dita nere d inferno
Certo che dumbo è il mio writer preferito
Gene sara il prossimo fratello è garantito
Awesome 🏆🏆
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I keep low when I smoke on the low when I go on the row on a boat wit the loak an how on my way to show and I want mo never take no, for awnser that’s cancer We bounce back elastic we stacking we stacken outa habit