Lyrics Jazz - K.A.A.N.

Yeah
Uhu
Lawd
Yeah
Aight, look

I said I

Don't believe in my dreams
I no longer live with a passion
I've asked the Lord to forgive me
For wasting all of my talent
The spirit that I possess is polluted by insecurity
Terrified by reality, my predicament worries me, [?]

Hurry now come and see the plane crash
Before this person passes a verse from my past
About [?] pacifying the masses
I've mastered the art of wearing a mask for public perception
Perplexed by this [?] pessimistically push a message
Massaging the egos of all the evil deceitful decrepit
Somehow I've learned to use all my words as a weapon
So as I'm forming this sentence I'm sensing your sensitivity
Severing all types, with the other side
I've decided to silence my sanity with this suicidal secretion
I seronate with [?] cynically
I will sacrifice appetite for destruction
With apparent all descretion, confessing [?]
You the mothafucking real nigga right
Said it must be nice, when the story that you giving is a lie
And the feeling inside that you been fighting
They got a nigga feeling like Tyson
You better not come out in the first round
Down to the ground and you amount to the expectation [?]
A monster to someone in relation of more
Temptation, a pressure that builds from elation [?]
I bust but I thrust into true elevation
Defining the fans their position [?]
Dependent upon the amount of energy that was given
I take a definitive stance on what it means
Everything [?] what it seems, when you following a dream
To hope and ambition, [?]
From the things that people done put you through
But it is what it is
And I really can't call [?]
I'm playing with the cards I was dealt
And I'm way too proud to accept any help
But I know motherfuckers gonna do it like this [?]
When I'm down, I could never get a lift
But the moment that I really wanna quit
When I finally realise that nobody ever really give a shit
'Bout a young motherfucker with a dream
To revive the pride that's inside [?]
He can no longer vibe with a prayer for the soul [?]
But it's already die [?]
FUCK

Don't believe in my dreams
I no longer live with a passion
I've asked the lord to forgive me
For wasting all of my talent
The spirit that I possess is polluded by insecurity
[?] by reality, my predicament worries me

As I pray to jehova
I swear I feel like it's over
My positive [?] evaporate as I elaborate
All my mental stability really should be evaluated
Salutations from my shallow grave
But look at the mess that I made
[?] living the fame
I murder the [?] and the slain [?]
I'm painting a picture of pain [?]
I'm knowing you take it to vain [?]
I said I was never regained [?]
The feeling of being defeated defining the fears [?]
A finding that wouldn't appear [?]
The smoke in the mirror [?]
Pray that I'm making it clear [?]
Hear the people that talking a lie [?]
But never they know what they speaking about
I guess that the way that I spit it [?]
My lyrics are making them listen [?]
I'm giving you everything that I got
My honesty wasn't a shot [?]
That's all in it what you could find [?]
You hiding your hideous lies
And living a life you despise
I'm wasting my time
By taking my thoughts out my mind
And putting them right on a page
I'm truly insane
But that was the one I could blame [?]
They wanted a sec in the game [?]
But never refrain
I guess I was really a strange [?]
You live in reality something you see is the norm [?]
But I woulda never conform [?]
Just giving it different form [?]
The flow is a door [?]
My spirit is torn [?]
I'm pausing to give you a minute to mourn [?]
FUCK