Deeveeate Hassahn Yohance Emilio Richy Norman Thru the mist where gorillas at life of a silverback/Calculate my every step u know how them niggas act/Concrete jungle swinging from vines cable lines/Bad choices hearing voices behind unstable minds/Survival is the mission sipping nectar of the gods/Bury me w a pint n my pocket the rest for my squad/The odds r against me very seldom n my favor/I take a bitter taste mix in my own flavor/For u n urs to savor different ways of comprehension/The anger of a nation putting pounds of common sense in/Rounds of resentment stemmin from foul judgement/Tunnel vision on the prowl when Im strugglin/Lovin the smell of victory the feel of winnin/Fishscales to weigh the pros n cons of carrying n concealin/Lord willin Im alive w mo villains n the Chi/Where innocent civilians die loves the killer of pride/Victims of of genocide penalized by society/It dont stop youll have better luck w me n sobriety/Movin quietly thru the loud smoke n whiskey showers/Fueled by my desire it gives me power
Posted on: Thu, 08 May 2014 01:20:49 +0000