Sun’s from spaces high above, cast down from our astraunaught, thought that I met a god, staring at my helix like an enterprise of astrolo-gical, pro-fit, im awe-struck n bothered,
How dare they never tell me I was god, fath ered, by weathered times, n generation lies,
tiers, down that weathered line,
tears, an wretched vines littered my
al ter.
Worship is an understatement for how things should be,
You shook when you shoulda boogaloo’d, n down came the building, N it’s flaming roof, how dare they ever try to blame on you, bankable ambitious in they bleighten view, you supposed to be King.
You supposed to be King..
Don’t let them play with you..
Dancing wit these rhythms like my baby boo, my love could stand these tremors,
I would never betray on you,
Like they’d do..
Some things still sacred,
Fight or flight we dance, where does your story end, If its you or me then Im sorry, ewe boy gotta win,
Ewe boy gotta win..
Everybody’s your patna, aint no body your friend. Who willing to tread the water, everybody could swim, who in it to work the hardest, who hands got the paper cutz, every day trials of an artist,
love in every day flux..
Soul-searching hip-hop from this Florida rapper, with lyrics that dig deep and take an unflinching look at life’s questions. Bandcamp New & Notable May 1, 2023
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