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Chased by my own memories Mahogany eyes overflowing with rivers Filtered by the mask worn over stressed cheekbones Play it cool, man Cool like the wind The streets are cool enough to give you frost bite Hot enough to burn away your flesh Only the steam knows the difference Only in the chemical imbalance of chaos Can one find comfort Rich mutha f***as go to saunas fo' that shit, man Go to saunas to burn da fat away We ain't got no fat, nigga We ain't neva had no excess of nothin' but shit We don' need no sauna cause our shit steams You hear me, nigga, Always steamin The weight of the world can hold you down But the words of your brother is worse than gravity A travesty that seems to go on and on like a Badu track First get your stacks and then get your dignity back There is no fact to the streets but what is fiction There is no reality but what is fantasized late at night Laying in your cell Watching the light linger on dinged white wash walls Hearing the cadence of rolling trains The desolate melody of sirens And the chorus of despair traveling through the walls Telling tales of anxiety and frustration The weight of the world can hold you down Down to the fiery pits of hell where only you belong To the fiery pits of hell that only you created Did you pray today, son? Did you ask God for forgiveness? Did you...son....? Staring down the right end of a 45mm One must ask themselves What is the price of another man's soul? Wait, rewind Luos s'nam rehtona fo ecirp eht si tahw One must ask themselves What made you sell yours? Souls are purchased easier than nick bags in highrises And just as easily smoked How high can you get off of yours? There ain't enough money in the world to buy me off! Are you sure? Have you seen all the money in the world? Evil is a dirty dealer when it really wants you One minute you know you are content with what you have Next, you knee deep in some pussy that was not made for you After, you knee deep in some that was made for you Resulting in a cataclysmic influx of deceit and despair Cause even the innocent fall victim to diseases Evil is a dirty dealer when it really wants you Shake hands and you might leave with more than a greeting Did you pray today son? Chasing dreams like a Loony Toon Never seeing the anvil comin' straight for your head Anvils hurt like a bitch You're lucky you ain't dead Hope you catch your dream Cause the world don't wait But evil do And now that you're vulnerable What are you gonna do? To understand my words, you must first understand my mind. Balik737 |