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I'm frozen lifeless holes in my iris
Holding a wireless phone to the dome it's a crime
On my own ground like dope holes
Lost in the smoke as I choke on the roach
Give me more than a tickle in the throat
My body's in a pickle in the middle as the host
To the soul that I've always been
I force the doorway in
'Cause it's pouring outside and I want warmth
See me curled in a ball on the front porch
They say it's war yeah I say it is of some sort
But more spiritual I ain't here for gun talk
Come run forth run your gums see 'em bleed on the floor like
They get rolled like raws right
Electrified force never trolling with your thoughts
Taking shots like I'm running up the court
It's all net with my three pointers
And I might be a vet yet I never held no appointments
Still be the illest on some old school we like ahhhh
On point with the shots yeah forever hit three pointers
With every breath that I take I meditate and make choices
Stay positive pen a message quick then voice it
Tap like a glass jawed
On him I felt like fast laws
You're fucking with the enemy that's what the friendly ask for
The lawyer never fucked with them
Few years passed now you're stuck with them
Completely forgetting you coming up with them
I'm here Jeff 'til I lie in my grave
Tie in my ways
Loyalty stays
You're spoiled and waste
I stay down 'til there's soil on my grave
You can tell by my action and ways
I'm gaining traction and rage
Sliding like a hockey puck
With the force to stop a truck
If it's war I'm hanging on like jaws when they're locking up
Many years we clocking up
Eager like a fiend when he's rocking up
Make shit collectors keep stocking up
Fed to many mouths but they're still biting the hand
Jealous of the ones who helped them that's the lowest form of man
I woke up, was surrounded by snakes
Trying to take all that I had and steady clouding my fate
Still be the illest on some old school we like ahhhh
On point with the shots yeah forever hit three pointers
With every breath that I take I meditate and make choices
Stay positive pen a message quick then voice it



Autor(en): James Warden Leigh, Alexander Gerrard Whitehead Copyright: Metropolis Songs Limited



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