Product of the dirt, I was bottom feeding
Fighting with my demons [?] them steeples
Heathen seething, bubble boy trouble
Me no struggle, seeing creatures creeping rubble on the ruins of my life
Street witches mixed with [?] Wiccan scriptures
Seeing visions on these project walls (yeah)
My music ecosystem’s [?] projectiles
But where are we now? Tear it down, swear I don’t give a f#ck
If it’s black or it’s white
It’s a class that we fight when you can’t fill your stomach
And that hunger keeps your #ss up at night, I’m not asking what’s right (right)
When drug dealers cope, villains hope
Stealing, dealing [?] when the government supplies it
And they call it war on drugs, rappers get your cuts, uh
Incarcerate you so the prisons all get paid
While these rappers spitting bars, sh#t all I see is shame
They tell you to get money, do whatever for the gain
You just gotta burn your soul and sign your letters for the fame
I don’t glorify the violence (nah) but I know I’m dealing harm (yeah)
Knowledge is a weapon so I’m out here dealing arms, yeah
I been feeling like I ain’t high yet
But still I’m on this jet back in mileage
They told me know my role or get silenced
Whoa, I’m a survivor
Spiral down, sink so low
Falling down, I’m on my own
Falling down, I’m all alone
Crash into the floor
What the f#ck you gonna say to me now?
Where were you when I was breaking down, living in this vacant house?
Cold when it’s absolute zero in my bank account
If life is like a game, I’ma play it with a flagrant foul
We are not the same, I walk and shake the ground
Come at me, you’ll get exposed like the naked mile
You should probably take a towel, but bet that you gonna throw it in the ring
If you challenging the king, gotta face the ground
All this stress I’m under, it’s no wonder you can’t text my number
Getting rest ain’t never quenched thy hunger
Haven’t slumbered for the past five summers, not a bummer
That’s the reason [?] that I bet nine hundred
[?] sh#t I know, growing up life never gave anything to me but lows
I been on rocky roads, was living in hospitals, I was in shock
Alone, though I suppose that I had a lot to show
‘Cause I would go and jot these poems down, I’ve grown now unstoppable
I been feeling like I ain’t high yet
But still I’m on this jet back in mileage
They told me know my role or get silenced
Whoa, I’m a survivor
Feeling the hurt, it worsens, I been cursing, cursed with burdens
Feelings immersed in verses, mercy churches splurge on hearses
Murdered in cursive, worship service death a certain devil
Worshiping sermons, blur the chorus as these Nors#men of my core march for war
My bad if I speak in metaphors for you (yeah)
I’m just praying to my father like an orphan do
They say life’s a b#tch [?]
I’m just tryna give you sense that’s affordable
Gas prices keep rising, heat climbing
These times in decline [?] crisis
Hate, sirens, violence in the skies, I am deep diving (diving)
Been through hell so I’m vibing as the heat climbing (yeah)
I’m just sitting on the edge where the mammoths lay (ay)
I know I’m ’bout to blow, I got a hand grenade
If I examined fate, man they in a panic state
Checking if [?]
If there’s a line, I cross it, I ain’t lost it, run this sh#t
I bossed and flossed a marathon so caution, Knox will leave you nauseous
Knox is hot [?] taxes [?] office
I don’t mean to be this heartless, f#ck the club and diamonds
I bring spades and coffins
I been feeling like I ain’t high yet
But still I’m on this jet back in mileage
They told me know my role or get silenced
Whoa, I’m a survivor
I been feeling like I ain’t high yet
But still I’m on this jet back in mileage
They told me know my role or get silenced
Whoa, I’m a survivor
I been feeling like I ain’t high yet
But still I’m on this jet back in mileage
They told me know my role or get silenced
Whoa, I’m a survivor
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