Track 12 - Doo Rags To Riches Mixtape
Listen and reflect.
I basically rap about life.
If u wanna take a step inside to see how crazy it can be, feel free.
Know that it is (typically) non-fiction, or heavily metaphorical.
Lyrics
Death enters my optic, and i wish i could stop it
Street prophet, trigga happy, i'm pullin befo i cock it
and thers mud up in my pockets cuz its gotten waste deep
I was one wit my shepherd but became a stray sheep
I cling to the streets so the villains lurk inside of me
The criminals is workin wit an evil smirk of rivalry
I lov life but how 'm I gon liv it throo the entirety
nless i decide to be a master at the game of hide and seek
How can i hide from God wen i seek righteousness
The protagonist and i aint even write the script
Havin conflicts daily, i aint fitin it
I salivate butane, u can ignite my spit
Or u can lite my life, becuz im doomed to consume
The toxic fumes, believe me i dun talked to goons
And conversed wit people thats cursed and it is reversed
Wen i was feelin the first, they was gettin the worst
Spittin the verse calm but my head is fixinna burst
Rip out my spirit as my body is still grippin the hearse
The danger of bein locked in a chamber is gettin stranger
My anger aint gettin tamer as satan raises his wager
The only peace is like the eye of the storm,
Cuz i still feel the earth shakin as if zion is torn
And God be givin signs like hes tryin to warn
Debris flyin, so jus watch u firin on
Curvin bullets, riccocetin words, liquor make me slur
Always short on dope money, so these n*** s takin turns
Hittin licks, flippin bricks, gettin sick wit no swine flu
Sick in the mind dude, pistol sittin behind u
And it tickle ya spine too, wit a subtle rebuttal
Put one in a muzzle, they huddled the beginnin of trouble
Double barrel like a thunda bolt, mommas scream like the blowin wind
Storm is closin in, hide from God becuz u owein him
Heavy rain, like lead showers, dont care i'm goin in
I'm wet up then I'm chosen to be the one wit the frozen pen
I kno that satans tryna get in me but i dont notice him
My sin is determined to leave enemies wit the coldest limb
I greet evil cuz it seen me as a friendly face
Weapon on my waist as i approach a deadly place
I close my eyes, and dont wanna turn my head in case
I encounter a demon in the opposite of heaven's gates
It's hell i taste, no shelter in place, these walls r two faced
Stains up in ya brain u aint cleanin wit toothpaste
No vacation, find the devils face in ya suitcase
No safe keepin, gotta find yaself a new base
U can ask for grace, but thats a waste
Eyes watchin ya evry move, wit a plastic face
Kno wen u slippin, focus is splittin hope my decisions
Wont be somethin that i regret on a hopeless mission
Gettin lost in the pitch black, under the ground
Frightened cuz wit evry step i hear a thunderous sound
Approachin from behind, it gets closer evry time
Dont kno if its reality or if he's jokin wit my mind
