paroles de chanson Born - Napoleon Da Legend

I never fit ya decorum normal to me is foreign
Along the way rainy days
We stash money for em
Egos collide and clash still we survive passed
Killed the vibe as time passes nothing really last
Dodging the plain coats playing ghost brain storm on train with the same folks
We riding on Noah's Ark guess we on the same boat
We still living so why should we fix it if it ain't broke
The master orchestrator, pierce thru
My orbit straight up
Act out my crazy fantasies be back to normal later
Do we have to Whore ourselves to be famous?
Copulating with the corporate type decision makers
Missing pages our reality is pixelated
Leaving part of ourselves behind every time a pictures taken
I don't selfie much I don't like to see myself eat lunch
But I'm a post it anyhow cause I'm depressed as fuck
Never see me sweat make it seem like I'm lit
Get a slight boost inside when I see the likes and comments
Wear a disguised behind the veil of ambition and greed
Gut checks
That knuckle sandwich doesn't make you bleed
Nowhere to run
Empty heart
Breaking your down
Days and night
It doesn't change
No one to help
No one to blame
When the darkness starts to take your soul away
And if sleep is the cousin of the death
I must've only have a couple breaths left cut out the excess
Oil out my mental diet that pencil fries
Potential hides underneath lies when ya beliefs is gentrified
Like Brooklyn neighborhoods, this system has failed us good
But we still sailing rain sleet or hail just like we should
We a resilient folk with a 100 million hopes
Soul connects they can't deny when u hit that familiar note
On ocean avenue traffic sounding ocean waves
Rain drops ricocheting off my window pane
Hard to divorce sinful ways my life syncopates
Block the negative with a Mutumbo finger wave
Think I'm a slave of my compulsions
And vice never wanted to be a pawn of the cultures device
Poltergeist, throw a bait and hope they bite
Homeless nights in cars sleeping we cope in spite
Brands overpriced we purchase then endorphins spike
Might be stoic type don't let nobody slow my flight
My sacrifice might coincide with Christ some say that I'm the private type
I've been it my entire life and things can change overnight
Then you metamorph to other forms
And half'll will be happy the other half will mourn
You are Born
Nowhere to run
Empty heart
Breaking your down
Days and night
It doesn't change
No one to help
No one to blame
When the darkness starts to take your soul away