Jd's Revenge

I'm still trying to trust what my wife says I feel the pain in them future tears that she might shed I reminisce when that shank was taped to my right leg I came a long way from them cookies stuck to the white bread Juvenile delinquent trying to prove what I was thinking Maneuver like I'm drinking, you're assuming that I'm sinking Me and my shooters like brothers, he knew when I was blinking Run up on you in your booth, treat your medulla like it's Lincoln's Y'all kind of knew, I'll let it sink in No need to pursue it 'cause I been king But I been in them sewers where it's stinking Blood from a tortured soul that's flowing fluid through my ink pen Implying I'm the one, defiance with the gun What's the point of chasing some bread if you'll be dying over crumbs? The truth is always seen and almost never heard That's why when that altercation took place, I never said a word They say that a proper burial ground is what our death deserves But how you're six feet underground and never left the curb? That's kind of deep, just let me catch the words What kind of sheep runs from a sheepherder? Never followed any consensus, I been came to my senses I told y'all people what the one percent is And I ain't want to vent it, but I'm back with a vengeance I know that chasing pennies got to stink, that's what the scent is It's kind of vivid like I dreamt this But can't make out the faces of haters who might resent this You might have you a couple of artists that might attempt this But you'll be just comparing a father type to apprentice Live by the gun and die shooting it I pray I never use it again I pray that I don't get used to me not using it (Y'all know what I'm talking about) Yeah I pray that I don't get used to me not using it Hold on, still got this verse so you can feel it I wrote a letter once but I couldn't seal it Addressed it to the game, there was things that I couldn't deal with Money don't change your character, homie, it just reveals it There's no exceptions, there's no discretions 'Cause trying to judge a life you never lived is your preference You've never been where I've been, so why would I take directions Our point is not the same, it's like Kyrie to, a solid question This child is destined for his blessings But if you want some peace, you prepare for war with aggression How could you sleep when all your niggas die I'm just trying to rest in peace While I am still alive, you feel the vibe I still abide by street politics, and I know it's ill-advised Don't point that liquor out for your homie, point it to the sky (Yeah, hold your bottles up, my nigga, to the sky) Don't point that liquor out for your homie, point it to the sky I always knew there'd be days like this I ask God why I'm made like this (why I'm made like this) To find beauty from where it's ugly But only the ugly comforts me If misery loves company I stand alone until death comes for me Some devil's son in me Yo I always knew there'd be days like this I ask God why I'm made like this (why I'm made like this) To find beauty from where it's ugly But only the ugly comforts me If misery loves company I stand alone until death comes for me 'Til death comes for me Yo Ayo duffle, this is gospel, my nigga This is like poetic street talk You know what I mean? You're really talking to the soul of a nigga Those that been through it Those that's still going through it The devil's son in me