MORSE CODE Video (MV)

(All the things in the dark, what the Lord knows)
(All the things)
Fill me up with the spirit that the Lord shows
Breaking up? shit done have you in divorce code
Read that shit between the lines, like it's morse code
Never know what open up, when the door close
They be looking too far in it, like a horoscope
Casting spells, onto witches, like a wardrobe
Have you looking through the gates, like you going home
All the things done in the dark is what the Lord knows
They be talking from the bleachers, like the fourth row
I put the tension on they head just like a cornrow
They wrestle with it not Roddy Piper or Stone Cold
They talk about it like riding striker in solo
I tried to fight it it's overwhelming it's in my system
I caught the virus and tried to heal it, fill the prescription
Like arthritis he start to clutch it, finger was itching
He prone to violence but couldn't tell you what that got in him
The spirit mongering people probably stayed in position
They feared the fatherless kids that just grew up in the system
I see some fatherless bitches that sent my boy to prison
That bottle up in the kitchen is bout to hit your kidney
I tried to bottle it up but I couldn't keep it in me
I hit the throttle I'm up and I'm bout to hit up 50
They say they standing for something but falling when it's sticky
It hit the nitty-gritty, I didn't have it in me
Fill me up with the spirit that the Lord shows
Breaking up? shit done have you in divorce code
Read that shit between the lines, like it's morse code
Never know what open up, when the door close
They be looking too far in it, like a horoscope
Casting spells, onto witches, like a wardrobe
Have you looking through the gates, like you going home
All the things done in the dark is what the Lord knows
I tried to keep it to myself, I didn't have it in me
She just worried about the likes, to make sure that she pretty
Them boys gone scurry like some mice online, she post a titty
And afterwards they soak their sorrows drowning in they pity
But who am I to judge her, shit I seen that shit myself
When 30 years go by, I bet she hanging off the shelf
But she can't find a man to love her, love she never felt
But she got all designer shit still sitting by herself
But shit who told us all these lies? Shit why can't we see?
They told us love was hard to find, put her in the street
They told that"That killing cool, put it in a song"
They told that bitch she look real good walk out with her thong
It's like they want to see us fall, flood the fentanyl
I wish I would have f*cking answered when my brother called
But now that brother gone, because he partied way to hard
But that lifestyle sounded cool when they put it in a song
Fill me up with the spirit that the Lord shows
Breaking up? shit done have you in divorce code
Read that shit between the lines, like it's morse code
Never know what open up, when the door close
They be looking too far in it, like a horoscope
Casting spells, onto witches, like a wardrobe
Have you looking through the gates, like you going home
All the things done in the dark is what the Lord knows
Fill me up with the spirit that the Lord shows
Breaking up? shit done have you in divorce code
Read that shit between the lines, like it's morse code
Never know what open up, when the door close
They be looking too far in it, like a horoscope
Casting spells, onto witches, like a wardrobe
Have you looking through the gates, like you going home
All the things done in the dark is what the Lord knows
(All the things in the dark, what the Lord knows)
(All the things in the dark)