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’