The voice of the voiceless
Yeah let me get done with this meditation
And thank the LORD for saving me from this massacre
I am honest I am honest
This famous life has got me scared
There're headshots and bullets flying for every head
They're modest they're modest
These vultures don't show no regret
There're men down from day to day cemetery is packed
I'm on it I'm on it
I got second thoughts about success
Is it a curse or blessing
Maan this life ain't playing fair
Yeah I am even scared to show up on these stages
I am spitting rhymes to better lives but it costs me mine
We're so entitled to power and now we're like allies
We don't collide they're satisfied with someone dying
I am selfless and I think I was born in a foreign time
This state of time ain't clocking wise to my analog
I'm a man of time I am pre-scribed from ahead of time
How long you think you'll make it by feeding off other's primes?
Why put your brothers down when you can lift your brothers up
You killed a dream just for the streets man's a dummy
This world is cocky they'll trick you into giving yourself up
They call you G for killing dreams this world is funny
This world is phony this world is cony this world is bogus
I am always cautious these brothers value more counterfeit
They tell you they love you but really love the benefits of peaking your pockets and being in your circle
It's Tragedies
Yeah let me get done with this meditation
And thank the LORD for saving me from this massacre
I am honest I am honest
This famous life has got me scared
There's headshots and bullets flying for every head
They're modest they're modest
These vultures don't show no regret
There're men down from day to day cemetery is packed
I'm on it I'm on it
I got second thoughts about success
Is it a curse or blessing
Maan this life ain't playing fair
Look this world is a big mess I get stressed
And I really need a big check then invest
Cause I'm tired being depressed while in debt
The inflation is rising and I get less
And I'm upset but if I just go harder then I might collect
And I'm quite obsessed
Life or death it's all depending on my success
You're right I am blessed
I've seen too many peers take their final breaths
And this life's a test but I can more than ace it if I adjust and I confess
Lucifer had me trapped in his spider web
Then I leant to never trust a single thing that Simon says
This is why I cut off every therapist's prescribing meds
Put me in a ring I bet I walk off with the Lion's head
I have bled knowing it's nothing but pain that I have shed
Is this life a gift or curse and am I worth the price of bread
I climb the steps praying for blessings and better times ahead
I remember darker days when I would cry confined to bed
Thoughts of suicide I was the guy that occupied the ledge
Then I found my drive and now they can't deny that I'm the best
YES!!!
Then I'm here for a reason I guess
When it comes to the seasoned I'm chef
When it comes to the kings I got next
I'm a threat to all of those who ain't acknowledged me yet
I'm a vet I'm glad the heavens haven't taken me yet
Bring the jet
Yeah let me get done with this meditation
And thank the LORD for saving me from this massacre
I am honest I am honest
This famous life has got me scared
There're headshots and bullets flying for every head
They're modest they're modest
These vultures don't show no regret
There're men down from day to day cemetery is packed
I'm on it I'm on it
I got second thoughts about success
Is it a curse or blessing
Maan this life ain't playing fair
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English
The voice of the voiceless
Yeah let me get done with this meditation
And thank the LORD for saving me from this massacre
I am honest I am honest
This famous life has got me scared
There're headshots and bullets flying for every head
They're modest they're modest
These vultures don't show no regret
There're men down from day to day cemetery is packed
I'm on it I'm on it
I got second thoughts about success
Is it a curse or blessing
Maan this life ain't playing fair
Yeah I am even scared to show up on these stages
I am spitting rhymes to better lives but it costs me mine
We're so entitled to power and now we're like allies
We don't collide they're satisfied with someone dying
I am selfless and I think I was born in a foreign time
This state of time ain't clocking wise to my analog
I'm a man of time I am pre-scribed from ahead of time
How long you think you'll make it by feeding off other's primes?
Why put your brothers down when you can lift your brothers up
You killed a dream just for the streets man's a dummy
This world is cocky they'll trick you into giving yourself up
They call you G for killing dreams this world is funny
This world is phony this world is cony this world is bogus
I am always cautious these brothers value more counterfeit
They tell you they love you but really love the benefits of peaking your pockets and being in your circle
It's Tragedies
Yeah let me get done with this meditation
And thank the LORD for saving me from this massacre
I am honest I am honest
This famous life has got me scared
There's headshots and bullets flying for every head
They're modest they're modest
These vultures don't show no regret
There're men down from day to day cemetery is packed
I'm on it I'm on it
I got second thoughts about success
Is it a curse or blessing
Maan this life ain't playing fair
Look this world is a big mess I get stressed
And I really need a big check then invest
Cause I'm tired being depressed while in debt
The inflation is rising and I get less
And I'm upset but if I just go harder then I might collect
And I'm quite obsessed
Life or death it's all depending on my success
You're right I am blessed
I've seen too many peers take their final breaths
And this life's a test but I can more than ace it if I adjust and I confess
Lucifer had me trapped in his spider web
Then I leant to never trust a single thing that Simon says
This is why I cut off every therapist's prescribing meds
Put me in a ring I bet I walk off with the Lion's head
I have bled knowing it's nothing but pain that I have shed
Is this life a gift or curse and am I worth the price of bread
I climb the steps praying for blessings and better times ahead
I remember darker days when I would cry confined to bed
Thoughts of suicide I was the guy that occupied the ledge
Then I found my drive and now they can't deny that I'm the best
YES!!!
Then I'm here for a reason I guess
When it comes to the seasoned I'm chef
When it comes to the kings I got next
I'm a threat to all of those who ain't acknowledged me yet
I'm a vet I'm glad the heavens haven't taken me yet
Bring the jet
Yeah let me get done with this meditation
And thank the LORD for saving me from this massacre
I am honest I am honest
This famous life has got me scared
There're headshots and bullets flying for every head
They're modest they're modest
These vultures don't show no regret
There're men down from day to day cemetery is packed
I'm on it I'm on it
I got second thoughts about success
Is it a curse or blessing
Maan this life ain't playing fair
Yeah let me get done with this meditation
And thank the LORD for saving me from this massacre
I am honest I am honest
This famous life has got me scared
There're headshots and bullets flying for every head
They're modest they're modest
These vultures don't show no regret
There're men down from day to day cemetery is packed
I'm on it I'm on it
I got second thoughts about success
Is it a curse or blessing
Maan this life ain't playing fair
Yeah I am even scared to show up on these stages
I am spitting rhymes to better lives but it costs me mine
We're so entitled to power and now we're like allies
We don't collide they're satisfied with someone dying
I am selfless and I think I was born in a foreign time
This state of time ain't clocking wise to my analog
I'm a man of time I am pre-scribed from ahead of time
How long you think you'll make it by feeding off other's primes?
Why put your brothers down when you can lift your brothers up
You killed a dream just for the streets man's a dummy
This world is cocky they'll trick you into giving yourself up
They call you G for killing dreams this world is funny
This world is phony this world is cony this world is bogus
I am always cautious these brothers value more counterfeit
They tell you they love you but really love the benefits of peaking your pockets and being in your circle
It's Tragedies
Yeah let me get done with this meditation
And thank the LORD for saving me from this massacre
I am honest I am honest
This famous life has got me scared
There's headshots and bullets flying for every head
They're modest they're modest
These vultures don't show no regret
There're men down from day to day cemetery is packed
I'm on it I'm on it
I got second thoughts about success
Is it a curse or blessing
Maan this life ain't playing fair
Look this world is a big mess I get stressed
And I really need a big check then invest
Cause I'm tired being depressed while in debt
The inflation is rising and I get less
And I'm upset but if I just go harder then I might collect
And I'm quite obsessed
Life or death it's all depending on my success
You're right I am blessed
I've seen too many peers take their final breaths
And this life's a test but I can more than ace it if I adjust and I confess
Lucifer had me trapped in his spider web
Then I leant to never trust a single thing that Simon says
This is why I cut off every therapist's prescribing meds
Put me in a ring I bet I walk off with the Lion's head
I have bled knowing it's nothing but pain that I have shed
Is this life a gift or curse and am I worth the price of bread
I climb the steps praying for blessings and better times ahead
I remember darker days when I would cry confined to bed
Thoughts of suicide I was the guy that occupied the ledge
Then I found my drive and now they can't deny that I'm the best
YES!!!
Then I'm here for a reason I guess
When it comes to the seasoned I'm chef
When it comes to the kings I got next
I'm a threat to all of those who ain't acknowledged me yet
I'm a vet I'm glad the heavens haven't taken me yet
Bring the jet
Yeah let me get done with this meditation
And thank the LORD for saving me from this massacre
I am honest I am honest
This famous life has got me scared
There're headshots and bullets flying for every head
They're modest they're modest
These vultures don't show no regret
There're men down from day to day cemetery is packed
I'm on it I'm on it
I got second thoughts about success
Is it a curse or blessing
Maan this life ain't playing fair
Writer: Lawrence Hlahla, Kaveman Brown
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid