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What a Picture
- Behind the scenes of ghetto dreams and poor hoop beliefs
- I control the show, kettle steam and marijuana smoke
- When sins increase, at last the beast will rise through the streets
- Leaving smog to become fog while they inhale and breathe
- Under the gleams, government wanting my speech
- Rip my poetry from my reams to undercut the seams
- Bite my lip but controllably, I seem to be raunchy
- But I nonchalantly move past the critics cuz they can’t haunt me
- So as life goes, they carry weight through streets like lipo
- Coke under hookers tits to bring them in the night show
- Another overdose, good morning &good night folks
- It’s a cycle, another the rifle in a cartilage
- We may need the Bible to fix our startlings
- Here’s a toast to my bros, music and livin
- (Love the view) it’s a beautiful feelin’
- Here’s a toast to my bros, music and livin
- (Love the view) it’s a beautiful feelin’
- Drugs, blunts and prayer, what a mixture
- My momma said my soul is like the Magi’s scripture
- The pastor isn’t saved he reads David’s Pulitzer’s
- His anthology is saying we’re devils in God's picture
- But he’s a rebel even though he calls us worthless
- You can read all the verses and attend different churches
- You can buy sanitizing but sanity you can’t purchase
- But I can see the way you call me the “sinning fool”
- As you lay reading nudes by your swimming pool
- I’m just a damned dude whose neck was cut from the noose
- To fuse what’s right and wrong makes me confused
- So I write this song for my use
- To maybe glue my views and all I’ve construed
- To find an answer for the future generations too
- Here’s a toast to my bros, music and livin
- (Love the view) it’s a beautiful feelin’
- Here’s a toast to my bros, music and livin
- (Love the view) it’s a beautiful feelin’
- Here’s a toast to my bros, music and livin
- (Love the view) it’s a beautiful feelin’
- Poem driven life just look at my profile
- So wild how words can break frowns to smiles
- Or knock a man to the ground, all of this is just sounds
- But we proud when certain waves hit the ear of ourselves
- And we dwell in the freedom as we flee from hell
- But all of life isn’t just about all that is glistening
- Radios listening, birds from branches whispering
- These artists sugarcoat everything like insulin
- Is it karma or is it fate in the air tonight
- I ain’t a Muslim but I find that we pray alike
- As I drive by and glide by the new age of sci fi
- The life’s lie is more like what’s been already high fived
- Greeted and seated and met with a dish of fish
- To co exist with risk of being eaten or spilt
- I maintain the script, I call it fate but it’s in my grip
- A lot of record labels starving, harvesting the artists and em
- Tryna harbour the fronting of Marxism
- Wow, how many more martyrdoms?
- Here’s a toast to my bros, music and livin
- (Love the view) it’s a beautiful feelin’
- Here’s a toast to my bros, music and livin
- (Love the view) it’s a beautiful feelin’
- Here’s a toast to my bros, music and livin
- (Love the view) it’s a beautiful feelin’
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