Lyrics 2072 - Young Saba

There it go
Destined grounds are quaking sirens ain't for show
This abomination liberation hands on if you know
I done threw flag and waived my penance up four years ago
Barely holding on my floaters breaking up its miserable
Found my misery was laying cross the platform where i show
Show my history there's vengeance in my neighborhood and mo
Talks of victory i heard it all the same i been before
Keep on winding you gon feel me in frontlines when u know huh