Lyrics Speakeasy - P-Tree

So many sessions
Spent ripping them alive
So many weapons
I've been itching to try
Too many suggestions
objections and testing
When I'm dope sick fly
And I'm not guessing
I know it
I'm the best at my life
I'm an ex to some thighs
They got a nest to get what's next
I swear the chested is sly
Protect your neck and bring a tech
If you know what's good for you right
Don't got to be booked to know I'm good
But that's not keeping the lights lit
I feel worse off than a side chick
In a field no corn but some frightening
Eye tricks
I know I'm sick
But no nitro sticks
I can't blow off this music grind
So many question filling up
And polluting my mind like
Will I get through it in time
How many days am I gonna be stuck in this hell hole
How many days wondering will I be well enough
How many bumps am I gonna get from their elbows
How many tapes I'll make
Before something bubbles up
How many ways can I lay it on the paper
Before the wide view gets a taper
How many lives gotta end
Before I see the fruit of my labor
How many lies get defended
Before I find my route to the savior
Before I climb the roof of the station
Before I stain the pavement
Before I do I say I love you
And don't lose the greatness
Doing is contagious
You gotta stay tenacious
But it's hard when they're ostentatious and racist
They want a free ride
They all hide behind the matrix
And all their tries are basic
And yet tasteless
But if it's one soldier armed
Against a million men with no arms
Eventually the soldier goes and makes his faux pa
And then he's ageless

You'll never know the things
We've been through with these lames
Running in reverse rehearsals over meet your fate.
The very news of you left some tears in my mattress seams
And I hate that I'm actually
Stuck in this crap game, without you backing me
But
I'll let it pile up
Cause you the one who held me down for nothing
Got all my brothers with us accept a couple
And that's the struggle
Tryna keep ourselves from trouble
But it always finds us
Some of us are blinded
By the shiny lights and diamonds
They want recognition for making it this far
Praise them for not dying
No
I've been taking losses and crying out premonitions
I have visions extensions of my reality
And they always happen
And they never listen
Now we can never fix it
Just gotta keep living
How can we forgive
And still hold on to our pride
How can we cry together
How do we know when love has truly subsided
How do I get time back
My most valuable prize
How do we lie
Consumption of any drug we can find
But I ain't die yet.
So who's going to die next
Man it's always something
It's always someone you don't expect
I'd like to end my life with no regrets
So I'll always say what needs to be said
And I flip regret to a check
And messages
For y'all to hear and perceive instead
That's what get me out the bed
Every morning when I'm mourning grief
I can't keep it in I need kief
In the bong to get me high again.
So I can forget for a minute
And Speakeasy
Me and Tree getting deep
And working on letting out all our inner demons
Every line within reason
And has more meaning
Than you could ever imagine
We're making it happen
We're some passionate craftsmen
Go head and track the progress
You can find us making art in the park right where we started
Through all the nonsense we keep it marching