paroles de chanson 3 in the Mourning - Trigno

Roll up a spliff of life in bong
High with a sober mind on this red eye
Different level of flight Yea I said I'm
A force to be reckoned with
Come and step to a Jedi
Young OB1
A couple rappers owe me one
Speaking for the closed mouths that never get to open up
Negros used to get the rope for knowing stuff
Bottle our emotions because mama had a loaded gun
Aye, Didn't cha know, we live and we sow what we reap
If you ain't cooking on the stoves, you won't get to eat
On offense seeing zones get flipped in the streets
May have banged a little bit
But it's different for me
The sights of water rotating and the holy one
Like I'm Praying that the heat get off me cause I know the son
Aye aye All my lil cousin know is dope and guns
Uh, Running from one time with his smoky lungs

Always had a fear of God before the fit did
Walking by faith
What if Jesus had a fit bit?
Foundation laid before my paragraphs indented
My intent is to mind my own antennas
Signaling that if it's my business, then it's mine...
If water turned to wine than we dine on grapes under the heavy steppers
In our chalices
We must balance it
Ain't gave a penny to my family I ain't proud of it
My Parents need a house that's big
Probably where the mountains is
Aye aye, we ain't scared to die but we tryna live
You only somebody when you signing in
Yea
It's bout that time again
Simon says, I'm coming at they necks they should hide their heads
How do you lose to me three times and still try again?
Three
Try
I'm in too much shape to let them try and win