I'm grown
Pow
This is a shadow man production
That involves many contradictions
Where we try to decipher
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Mic check 1-2
We gon' step into the mind
Where we understand
Everything that doesn't make sense
Let's go
The only chef in the kitchen
I turn the pot
Until I whip a meal that leave a stomach turning like a clock
I show my overbite like a fiend with a rock
And demand more touches like I'm Dwight on the block
I recognize that left the culture in shock
The way I penetrate
And vulnerability starts to rot
I open up
Then you threw salt inside my cut
I examine all the hate
But still I toss back the love ( a lie)
Life is what you make it when you let go and let God
Redefinition of what it means as a black star
You ain't felt a prison till your life's a competition
And the bounce became hidden like a Brooklyn Blake Griffin
Finesse what's called the game
As I garner the fame
And attention knowing they will never see me the same
The old me is gone and forgotten
That tombstone is vacant
I couldn't save Jalen
The permanent alteration
The fakest
The sickest
The dangers
Decisions
We split it
And kill if we can't add back our digits
Torrential downpour
The world war of victims
The living is vindictive
Every sentence is descriptive
And graphic
Design your demise
To leave you static
Body parts in a glad
New definition of baggage
I check in the shadows
And embrace this
Pray for my bail
As I spark a conversation
Where silence prevails
JTK the Early Rebel - A Contradiction (Interlude) Lyrics
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English
I'm grown
Pow
This is a shadow man production
That involves many contradictions
Where we try to decipher
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Mic check 1-2
We gon' step into the mind
Where we understand
Everything that doesn't make sense
Let's go
The only chef in the kitchen
I turn the pot
Until I whip a meal that leave a stomach turning like a clock
I show my overbite like a fiend with a rock
And demand more touches like I'm Dwight on the block
I recognize that left the culture in shock
The way I penetrate
And vulnerability starts to rot
I open up
Then you threw salt inside my cut
I examine all the hate
But still I toss back the love ( a lie)
Life is what you make it when you let go and let God
Redefinition of what it means as a black star
You ain't felt a prison till your life's a competition
And the bounce became hidden like a Brooklyn Blake Griffin
Finesse what's called the game
As I garner the fame
And attention knowing they will never see me the same
The old me is gone and forgotten
That tombstone is vacant
I couldn't save Jalen
The permanent alteration
The fakest
The sickest
The dangers
Decisions
We split it
And kill if we can't add back our digits
Torrential downpour
The world war of victims
The living is vindictive
Every sentence is descriptive
And graphic
Design your demise
To leave you static
Body parts in a glad
New definition of baggage
I check in the shadows
And embrace this
Pray for my bail
As I spark a conversation
Where silence prevails
Pow
This is a shadow man production
That involves many contradictions
Where we try to decipher
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Mic check 1-2
We gon' step into the mind
Where we understand
Everything that doesn't make sense
Let's go
The only chef in the kitchen
I turn the pot
Until I whip a meal that leave a stomach turning like a clock
I show my overbite like a fiend with a rock
And demand more touches like I'm Dwight on the block
I recognize that left the culture in shock
The way I penetrate
And vulnerability starts to rot
I open up
Then you threw salt inside my cut
I examine all the hate
But still I toss back the love ( a lie)
Life is what you make it when you let go and let God
Redefinition of what it means as a black star
You ain't felt a prison till your life's a competition
And the bounce became hidden like a Brooklyn Blake Griffin
Finesse what's called the game
As I garner the fame
And attention knowing they will never see me the same
The old me is gone and forgotten
That tombstone is vacant
I couldn't save Jalen
The permanent alteration
The fakest
The sickest
The dangers
Decisions
We split it
And kill if we can't add back our digits
Torrential downpour
The world war of victims
The living is vindictive
Every sentence is descriptive
And graphic
Design your demise
To leave you static
Body parts in a glad
New definition of baggage
I check in the shadows
And embrace this
Pray for my bail
As I spark a conversation
Where silence prevails
Writer: Jalen Kennedy
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid