• Till I Collapse

    Sometimes we feel tired,

    feel diseased and, when we feel, we feel similar to we wanna only give up.

    But we gotta poke inside of you, we gotta find which middle strength

    and only lift which shit out of we as well as get which proclivity to not give up

    and not be the quitter, no make the difference how bad we wanna only tumble prosaic upon your face as well as collapse.

    Till we fall I’m spilling these raps prolonged as we feel em

    Till the day which we dump you’ll never contend which I’m not murdering them

    Cause when we am not afterwards we am stop pinning them

    And we am not hip-hop as well as I’m only not Eminem.

    Subliminal thoughts when I’m stop promulgation them women have been held in webs turn as well as hauk venom

    Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illing to stop. Amoxacilin is only not genuine enough.

    The rapist patrolman murdering hip-hop stuffing minimal barter to patrolman millions of Pac listeners.

    Your entrance with me, feel it or not you’re gonna fright it similar to we showed we the suggestion of God lives in us.

    You attend to it the lot, lyrics the startle is it the spectacle or am we only the product of cocktail fizzing up.

    For shizzle my whizzle this is the tract attend up we bizzles forgot slizzle does not give the f*ck.

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  • Just For My Father

    Sailing down at a back of a sun,

    Waiting for my king to come.

    Praying for a recovering rain

    To revive my essence again.

    Just a toerag upon a run.

    How did you get here?

    What have you done?

    When will all my hopes arise?

    How will you know him?

    When you demeanour in my father’s eyes.

    My father’s eyes.

    When you demeanour in my father’s eyes.

    Then a light starts to shine

    And you listen to those very old lullabies.

    And as you watch this seedling grow,

    Feel my heart begin to overflow.

    Where do you find a difference to say?

    How do you learn him?

    What do you play?

    Bit by bit, I’ve realized

    That’s when you need them,

    That’s when you need my father’s eyes.

    Then a angled corner appears

    Through a apart clouds of tears.

    I’m similar to a overpass which was cleared away;

    My foundations were done of clay.

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