dust trails off as the bus stops at the gateprison visits like a f*****g picnic is my fateclean slate n***a, keep a clean slate niggahow hard could it..
light up, societypity every motherfuckerliving of a deityhope to meet the makersso they stand in front of firingsquads, these hoes need wiringfail onc..
Yeah man,i wanted to write a songand actually sing itnot pretend im kanye or some rapperjust be on my own shityou knowhere goesall i want to sayall i ..
okayits time to show rappershow i rep my gameall they make is the same soundand make that same sound againtime to make a changeniggas acting strangeas..
Let me down gentlygirl don't you knowthat you don't evenlove melet me go, out the doorand be freeyet you hold your head highand dont let me down gentl..
Never have I everfound myself a ghetto boyliving in the trend settermaisons that were made betterrock a 100$ fendi sweaterif fate was a bitchyou would..
cynical beatson dark versescritics turn to demonsand i ride their cursesburn the rubberthrottle for the starsi aint no loveronly got love for the scar..
today i feel like being honestnot to curl underneath the coversfeel the wrinkles on my mama handsreminded by the force of causeshope for time to be a ..