This the allegory
It’s the mind vs the body vs the spirit — it’s been feelin’ like a Battle Royal
And everybody seem to have it together
But it don’t seem like imma have it together for very long
I been running, been looking for escapes — so very long
I been looking, tryna to find what it takes — to carry on
I been praying, tryna seek what I need — to make a change
People changin’, tryna do what it takes — to stay the same n#gg#
The same n#gg#, playin the game, to change n#gg#s and stay the same n#gg#
Young Hyena
Ain’t the biggest, the smallеst
Ain’t the shortest, the tallеst
I don’t carry no weapons but you can get it regardless
I just pray you respect me
I ain’t the richest, the poorest
I don’t want any trouble
I’m just tryna survive
I just wanna make it home – I’m just tryna arrive
To see my kids, tryna look in they eyes
Tell them I love em
Kiss my mother
Hug my sisters
Kiss the photo of my brother
See my family wanna tell them I love them until I can’t no mo
Yeah, yeah
Ain’t it crazy how police will take ya life tryna teach you a lesson
Steal ya soul, rob the world of a blessing
They don’t like you like they say, if they would, they would help when you call
But they arrive and assume you involved
It ain’t all of them but some of them already don’ decided on me
Therefore I’m chillin, don’t come bothering me
I’m laying low n#gg#
Tuh – just so you know n#gg#
West
RoyceDaVoyce
Bro
On the rocks
Or the Boss
Shoot it straight
What it cost
Heads or tales
No coins
But they charge for the toss
Felt the blitz
Hail Mary moments
Made me Randy Moss
Point 6
Can’t be a star if you scared of the darkness
Can’t be a star if you scared of darkness
Can’t raise the stakes (steaks)
If you never been starvin’
In a lonely apartment
And you’re feelings
Got your faith in a
Full Nelson
How Mandela felt it
Testimony Tested
Rhythm is restless
Saint suit yourself
Dis Trouble double breasted, look
It’s a War goin on
And ya words are weapons
Every time I’m in LA
I gotta new confession
Hard as hell to buy a vowel (vow)
Just got the Easy E for effort
I know she never got the letter
Hope she received the message
How many messengers must die
Before we learn our lesson
To da cat that counted on his curiosity
And killed his..
Blessings
Damn
You gotta call him Chef Gibbs when he be cookin’ like that
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