Lyrics Scarred Lungs, Vol. 1 & 2 - Mike

The feeling when you got robbed
Somebody playing with my mom, I hope it′s not God
Somebody laying in demise, I hope it's not ours
How I′m staying in the grind and got my pops sour
Gotta state it every time you try to pop off
It's not a hot hour, bruh, I got it locked off
Staring at the clocktower, wonder what my moms on
I got power and I got a harsh tongue
All of me is not coward, if you tryna start some
That's how my heart thump
On stage, I′m praying that these bars count
For a large buck, wasn′t chasing stardom
Starstruck, I disregard love
That's why my guard sucked
Dark year followed by a hard month
What a far lunge, scarred lungs

Sitting with my head in my hands, hold it in
Missing, I can spread it to gang, ghost as shit
Tripping, why my eyes always damp, roll a spliff
You shitting me, we right to bank
In the kitchen, I be writing my thanks
Then to abyss, tell me that this life isn′t damned
I resist, feeling like I died but the sand
Ain't hit the pit, probably you should ride with your mans
I hit the crib, it′s time you start revising your plan
You like a jit, I know it that my mind in a web
Do I exist, how I get behind every step?
Then I slip, smother up my line with regrets
'Bout to quit, my mother tongue hide in the stress
I couldn′t spit, another lung fried in the sess
Lost your kid

The rest of the world
Break apart in slow motion