Текст песни Anonymous / Son of Man - Trey Posey

Painting my feelings
Don't paint me as villain
I wear the weight no cape on my Back
I'm ready and able and willing
For any dealings aces, jacks
Deal with it and still win
It's really fulfilling
In my bag in my brief and they Thieves and they scheming to steal it
Demon hours
If I go purging don't be astounded
Doin homework I need Allowance
Tonight gon be a show jimmy fallon
Head is clouded where is heaven Round here
What if a nigga not allowed in
It's in the air I stay grounded
Y'all was sugarcoating since Kool aid Pouches
Devil getting close
But I won't Go
They gon try to tour us
Like horoscopes
They tore us
Down to the floor
Won't box me in
I know the ropes
Roy jones
Down 10 toes
On 2 soles
Maybe I ain't a goat yet cause I ain't Sold my soul

I really been waiting
My back feeling weighted
This time I'm making a statement
Prolific pictures I'm painting
I'm like when will the pain end
Patient but really the thing is
Shootin up prayers amen
Might send a letter to satan
Like what you talking bout
What your problem is
Keep on sending demons out
I'm so tired of this
Just by word of mouth
Spill my consciences
Letters and the documents make sure That it's anonymous

Make sure that shit is anonymous
Never had a pit to piss instead
I'll find my own with all confidence
So I'm bottomless
Facing all consequences
Missing on all this shit just cause My Cautiousness
But niggas dying, you missing the Obvious shows your incompetence
Common sense,
Theses words are just spewing from The esophagus
Damaged documents straight from My thoughts and man
I promise I will show my prominence
Wanna make it to the top and just
Sky scrape shit you know metropolis
My pen so singed
Hells heat can't damage me I'd be god Damned
In the same boat as back then now I'm the captain
Put it park and belts unfasten
Parkour over the traffic
Like lights camera back flip

I really been waiting
My back feeling weighted
This time I'm making a statement
Prolific pictures I'm painting
I'm like when will the pain end
Patient but really the thing is
Shooting up prayers aiming
Might send a letter to satan
Like what you talking bout
What your problem is
Keep on sending demons out
I'm so tired of this
Just by word of mouth
Spill my consciences
Letters and the documents make sure That it's anonymous

I really been waiting
My back feeling weighted
This time I'm making a statement
Prolific pictures I'm painting
I'm like when will the pain end
Patient but really the thing is
Shooting up prayers aiming
Might send a letter to, letter to

You, the son of man
We the same but I breathe fire Through the diaphragm
Recessive trait from satan
I command a sonogram
I bleed, you bleed too
But what is blood and fam to you Cause I don't fuck with Uncle Sam
Questioning him, the government And the son of god
Hidden flows, they camouflage
Let em know I beat the odd and Ultimatums
If there were souls to these demons
I would take em
But I'll let em live in peace so
Asa lama lakum
If my presence is accepted, I'd take Gifts, presents or power but peace is Preferenced
Peacing lessons together, create a Message
Less of supply and demand and more Of snatch what you hand me
Whether direct or indirected
Like Spike Lee
Never fully known how to Do The Right Thing
Almost fully out my mind don't mind Me
Never known myself so I'm going Through this mirror maze blindly
I don't know when I'll finally find me

Me, me, me
Bullets and the strays yeah
Filling in the blanks yeah
You'll see yourself saying

Take me home and hold me close
Hard to keep calm
With everything goin on round here
How long can I find
How long can I find
My mind, my mind, my mind
Mind over matter
Does mine even matter
Family matters
Can't let the wins get low
I can't fathom
The fam, I can't fail them