Lyrics Ibex (feat. Antonia Marquee) (feat. Antonia Marquee) - 23 Day

To all the women overseas wanting
Handouts of bread
Where were y'all when I was Starving
Scraping mold off my bread
While dudes on that side up the stick
Like a shed
Ever since lil half dead
I been half out my head
Yet still know reasoning
Able to fill out taxes every season
And have enough sense to stay in
During evenings
I was a nomad
Also wanted love so bad

Lived in over 20 abodes
Monthly I'd hit the road
For exploration
For the ideal situation
Craigslist to Airbnb
With racists, the insane
And niggas smoking PCP
IN VA, MD and DC
Recently
I've longed for a visa
To far remove me from being a
Part of search and seizure
I'd search 7 seas for
A woman emotionally available
And loves at her leisure
But the days of sets ups, finessing
And tricking gave me amnesia
I may not be mentally prepared
Want to get out the red
Before my rights are read
And wake up in Tanzania
In a king bed
With that being said
I can't get my past out my head
And the snow on the ground with
Mush plus bloodshed

Trying to turn my balcony into the Ibex
Full of topless women whose bisex
Trials and Tribs what niggas gonna Try next
Daily the events of my life I dissect

Just another day living in DC
Suit and tie or mumbo and fries
It's just the hood today
We wake up and our mothers pray
Where your broddy will do that to You
Your closest sis start to act new new
They got the drop and all day they Post
They doing the most front
The Washington Post
Black Damien will survive
Not on the front lines real live
Black Damien will survive
Not on the front lines real live