maybe i'm not really back

-Cisive, I usually am the sightseer and a light sleeper

Maybe I won't come back after the reaper takes me apart and slams me through the ether

Either, do you think so? Me neither maybe I could cheat er',

I'm a cheater, caught by a leader science teacher, not a very high achiever

Stressing is a blessing in disguise so I bury it like a day dreamer

The procedure of a speaker that's me, i'm here, got my heater tucked in the seat,

I'm near, in the east balling high like ivy league, minus me, new dealer?

Give his ass a fever, interfere you inferior I'll get yo ass lightly beat,

With all the time I need, take yo shoes in the street, likely keep em',

Jeepers creepers on the street tonight, reaper peeking through the window blind,

Weeping widows, little kiddos wonder why big mama cry,

Keep a beep or tuck a heater tight, teacher teacher try to lead us right,

Preacher preacher Dr. King was speaking down in Ebenezer trying to free the guys

Lifting voices high to the sky, jesus see us he just sleeping tight,

We believe in he believe in she believe in why my niggas gotta bleed and die

I got a fully loaded semi automatic in a trench jacket

Dispatch it at the dispatches in the distance they getting distracted,

Mix and matching clips to fit in gats, lots of chit and chatting twisted facts

Kids are witnessing black women are missing,

That's imprisonment that's for pitching crack

Break her back, workin' too hard how do you insist that?

 

Maybe I'm not really back, but the light goes dark,

But at the same time i'll be travelling far,

Maybe I'm not really back, back, sometimes I gotta accept facts,

Maybe I'm not really back, back, so i'm here to vent on tracks

 

Help me man on big stacks, don't focus on the big racks,

Numb wit gun kill slacks, no hope so give low dose cracks 'til collapse

Pills 'n facts thrill's to wack one big one killed in they own homes

Know most but no bones stress from tax no relax so slow growth

Glowed up, pole up keep poster tuck and throw stones, stunt close

 

'Cause people start to get worse once they think they the greatest

That's why they get hate when the artist is done being patient

Bragging on every song gets complacent, just my statement

 

Maybe I'm not really back, but the light goes dark,

But at the same time i'll be travelling far,

Maybe I'm not really back, back, sometimes I gotta accept facts,

Maybe I'm not really back, back, so i'm here to vent on tracks

Maybe I'm not really back, but the light goes dark,

But at the same time i'll be travelling far,

Maybe I'm not really back, back, sometimes I gotta accept facts,

Maybe I'm not really back, back, so i'm here to vent on tracks