Lyrics Brave - Raz Simone

Watch what you say and watch what you hear
Cause niggas will cut the earlobe off of your ear
Just because you can go talking to peers
Or witness in court to add on to their years
The scariest dudes are the ones who have fear
They get nervous and scared and they never think clear
They think deep conversations are better with beer
I seldomly drink and I never did fear
God bless the child that pees the bed and can't sleep at night
I know young litte niggas that sell dope, but can't read or write
And rode in the slow classes, moving at the speed of light
We look to the angels for help but found out that demons can fly
That's when a nigga had to leave the light; dark side, I used the force
I've seen evil, but I've never seen Jesus, like I've never seen a unicorn
Disbelief, what is fate? Should I just believe what these books say?
Don't speak because I lay where these crooks lay
And dodging bad bitches on a good day
They looking at us, cause we next
Don't worry about your bitch, boy
She's too shallow for this deep sex
They fight, but can't touch me
Like the hand that's on T-Rex
I just got that moolah
Put that yada in that prex

Everybody wants to be brave
Living life with no fear
We try not to be afraid
But everyone's a little scared

Prostitues getting raped by the cops in suits
The stories you don't hear about
Cause they don't make they way onto the news
Six years ago, six officers pulled her over and raped her
Now she's calling me up crying
Cause another officer finger banged her
Heard a square say it's not rape
If you fuck a prostitute and don't pay her
God, please grant me the serenity
To not kill all of my enemies
Headshots, no injuries
Cause they can come back and remember me
I live life like I'm in a dream
Like I can't die and I was given wings
I fly up high to the mountain top
Just so I can duke it out with God
Left, right, jacked up
Followed by an upper cut
Lightning thighs and a thunder butt
It's the kryptonite to the God in us
Got the elephant in the room by the tusks
My life is such, Midas touch
Turn everything to gold like it's rust
And make 'em feel that kick like I'm like the drums
Spike the punch, spiked rum
I'm the politest one
I hide the guns
Cause you never know when your time will come
Just don't cross that line but once
I'd rather be the silent one in the bunch
Then the one that dies for speaking his mind too much