Текст песни History II - T Clipse

My past was in pieces I'm making peace with my past
I'm at war wit my demons my mind is bleeding at that
People change like the seasons and where I'm from it's too fast
It's so hard to agree with myself when making these raps
My past was in pieces I'm making peace with my past
Im at war with my demons my mind is bleeding at that
History be repeating and I be seeing it fast
And thats more of a reason for me to speak in these raps

You fucking tore me to pieces but now I'm piecing it back
This is more than a thesis I'm speaking reason and facts
Heathens and black geniuses just wait til Jesus is back
'Cause this world ain't got much time but niggas think that it's cap
You, tore me to pieces I was mourning and grieving
I try to use my head sometimes I think with my penis
If you cross my mind make sure the route you takin is scenic
Heartbreak I done seen it heartburn yes I get it
Either from the tree or all the junk-food I been eatin'
But I'm trynna do better self betterment first
Brain dead feeling like I put my head in a hearse
Am I'm blessed or cursed cause this pain yes it hurts
But it seems to make me stronger can I take it any longer maybe not
If I say it I mean it heartbreak I done seen it
But any smart man knows that history repeats and

My past was in pieces I'm making peace with my past
I'm at war wit my demons my mind is bleeding at that
People change like the seasons and where I'm from it's too fast
It's so hard to agree with myself when making these raps
My past was in pieces I'm making peace with my past
Im at war with my demons my mind is bleeding at that
History be repeating and I be seeing it fast
And thats more of a reason for me to speak in these raps

It breaks my heart how we still killing each other
I'd never wanna make an enemy out of a brother
But If I turn the other cheek I'll get hit by another
And if he ain't from my hood then I can't trust him
Cause there's always snakes lurking from the morning to the grave shift
Thats why I turned my grass into pavement
Now it hits different when I bump black faces
Killed homie right in front of his store and that had the game sick
I miss my bro shit really ain't the same without you
You spoke good about me to your moms and she ain't doubt you
It makes me sick when other people speak about you
But I know we'll meet again and when we do you'll have a mouthful
When the whole world against you but the hood still defend you
I know that shit will never break or bend you
Late nights in the Jeep smacked running up the menu
Now I just reminiscence and pray for blessings Allah sends you