NEWSCHOOL VINTAGE - Gloom Lyrics

Sun beat down your ray
Tell me it's okay
Where did I go wrong
Winter was too long
Sun beat down your ray
Tell me it's okay
Where did I go wrong
Winter was too long
Wanna do good, but I'm lacking a motive
Sat back, wanna put a plan into motion
Trapped in the past and I'm passed out in class
Dreaming my music could evoke some emotion
Grew with the Lord, but I stray from the path
Thorn in my side from a rose that I grasp
Casted a half-assed rat to retract fast thoughts
Mind rot
Never fought for the fact, trotted with sinners
Sad laughs; never lacking a quitter
At last independent
I'm given a weapon to deafen the venom and my pennants bearing a semblance of heaven
Wail out
Few in my circle, I'm keeping it shut
I love the morning, but hate to wake up
Never on top of it, stoppin' the birds that are flockin'
A shot of provocative luck
I'm an old soul with the new flow, never sellout for the gold or the new clothes
What I compose, above the most
Oppose the hoes, arose the king despite the foes
Killin' the people for money, they love it, I'm ramblin' on
I feel I'm above it, never gonna serve as a puppet
Everybody manic, gonna panic when I'm gone
Sun beat down your ray
Tell me it's okay
Where did I go wrong
Winter was too long
Sun beat down your ray
Tell me it's okay
Where did I go wrong
Winter was too long
Sun beat down your ray
Tell me it's okay
Where did I go wrong
Winter was too long
I'm the fool on the hill, I could care less about bills
I keep emotion concealed, unless I write what I feel
In isolation's ideal, I'm on the narrowest path
I run and never look back, pullin' a rope with no slack
I'm not the one to ignore all the prophecy
I'm not the one to endorse what the enemy wants you to think
His policy is a monstrosity, it'll never be a part of me
It'll never be the death of me, threaten me
But it depresses me seein' the press, and the way that he's sunken his teeth into us
And we don't even know, so we turn on each other like dogs
I see culture in a wide-eyed lense
Fakes swarm like vultures at the stroke of a pen
When folks faint sincerity
Woke; pop for the clarity
Kin quotin' imperatives
Sin soaked in the heritage
You're sickened without it and flip quick to denounce
Never account
Never amount
You're sickened without it and flip quick to denounce
Never account
Never amount
Sun beat down your ray
Tell me it's okay
Where did I go wrong
Winter was too long
Sun beat down your ray
Tell me it's okay
Where did I go wrong
Winter was too long
Sun beat down your ray
Tell me it's okay
Where did I go wrong
Winter was too long