M.N.I.W - 22g of Passion Lyrics

Keep your head up my nigga
We don't fold to pressure
We mold to pressure, my nigga
You better never forget that shit

This is passions of a baby drug dealer
Baby to offspring, one to use drug healer
Boil to elixir
Rock studded pictures
My greatest vision be you cheering while my shooting pistol
Never missed cue
Leave the previous decade to constant misuse
Shatterproof, my smile still sparkled like Whit' Houst'
Not do they know the story of my deep roots
Rooted to a glory driven through lifetime's abuse
Born to no roof
That's why my mirror stars clear
Blown roofs, blood smeared ruined father's cashmere
Life sand with the paper, but our dream visions pier
Sunsets on my watch cuz the yacht parked at dock
This is passions of a beast when we clawing up the sheets
Feel the pain, feel the love, everything held beneath
Flooding deep, getting deeper
Feel my world start to sink
How she rock herself to sleep?
How her bones running weak?
How dare I tat freedom when cells blood deep?
What is happiness in misery?
That beautiful smile
My inner child still smiling though these times wild
Wild
Wild

I know the antidote
Don't need no baking sod'
It be that love, it be that love, it be piano notes
It be that drum solo
It be that tidal stroke
It be all the above, if you ain't know
That's why these eye ducts flow
That's why my notebook glow Sorrows soaked
Every note that strummed the highs and lows
Praying that they sing a song for me
This silence harming me
Vividly, my past incisions haunting me
Call for peace
Call for peace
Call for peace
Call for peace
Call for peace
Call for peace
Call for peace

Peace
To the bodies rested
Time invested couldn't slow down the fatal seconds
How dare my auntie self destruct?
You see the tears shed
They overflowing cuz my momma on that same tread-
Mill running
Running from strikes and thunder
I see those storms never settled
She stirring pots kettled
Can't you see I'm furnace?
Can't you see me burning?
Sparking trees, hanging high, same story turning
See I don't need no rope
Her wither strangling
How the Godd maintaining when the Mother psyche dangling?

Oh No
Oh No
Oh No
Oh

I know the antidote
Don't need no baking sod'
It be that love, it be that love, it be piano notes
It be that drum solo
It be that tidal stroke
It be all the above
That's why these eye ducts flow
That's why my notebook glow Sorrows soaked
Every note that strummed the highs and lows
I pray they sing a song for me
Lord, I pray they singing a song for me

What they know 'bout it?
What they know 'bout it?
What they know 'bout it?
They know nothin' 'bout it?

Keep your head up my nigga
We don't fold to pressure
We mold to pressure, my nigga
You better never forget that shit