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Deacon:
I remember as youngin'
Slummin' with my crusaders
Garcia Vegas, burglarizing neighbors for Segas
Lil schemers, countin' Beemers, Benzes & Acuras
It's tough to count blessings when battlin' Count Dracula
Life's fangs'll drain yo blood in floods
Can't wade in that water because of rogue scuds
Role models taught us you oughta just role up
In life there's no love whatever yo role was
Find wealth
No need to find self
Stand in line until you find your spot on a shelf
(Sold!)
Donât mean to sound cold, got my soul singing baritone
Feelin' down low
To think
Of those in this winter with no mink, or folk
weathering this desert with no drink to cope
Some chain smoke with no link or hope
Just dope, tree and a rope
Deacon:
You are the living truth of life ooh ooh
The fastest canât run from who they are
Iâd run from self but no man can run that far (x2)
Toby:
Turn the page, eventually I hit a certain age
Learned that all the freedom was worthless when youâre afraid
Success can often be a perfect cage
Searching for a way to stay the same while the world will change
A prisoner, trapped in the regret
Cuz the ego canât keep up if they happen to reject it
Sometimes you want so bad to be respected
Goinâ after it âtil youâve left your happiness neglected
Iâve seen the weakness in grown men
Playing games with their pain, they cheat but they donât win
Seen âem feed the needle deep into their own skin
Tryna find a fleeting bit of peace in that moment
More success to fix whatâs left
Take an even bigger risk like after this Iâll rest
Til he painted with a razor on his wrist a red
The color of lips, pucker up itâs the kiss of death
Natti:
Iâm Bustinâ Loose, no Wilder, just a Pryor (prior)
and that debt was paid in spades and barbed wire
Later use eyes to weigh and move fire
Then moved crowds in wades with hellfire
Meet a fan, kick it witcha, take a picture
Sign both titties and give a pound to your mister
Itâs been real
Realer than steel Iâda grabbed before I picked up a pen and a pad
Shit itâs been chill
Chiller than the look in the eye of a junkie when heâs looking to buy looking to fly
Pyrex on the good eye of a broke stove
Pyramid of cans, tin foil with poke holes
Soft white girl break your nose and gets harder
Revenge of the caine (Kane), the original Get Carter
Take your favorite star, make him into a martyr
Life ainât Trending, itâs ending
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- Album:
- The Rose EP
- Strange Journey Volume Three
- Strange Journey Volume One
- Dirty Acres
- Will Rap For Food
- Strange Journey Vol. 2
- Southernunderground
- Present Kno: Death Is Silent
- Oneirology
- Sloppy Seconds Volume Two
- A Piece of Strange Live In NYC 2009
- Will Rap for Food [Deluxe Edition]
- Strange Journey Volume Two [Deluxe Edition]
- Sloppy Seconds, Vol. 2
- A Piece of Strange
- Southernunderground [Deluxe Edition]
- Dirty Acres [Deluxe Edition]
- Asterisk - Two
- Asterisk:Two
- Rose Azura Njano