Isaiah 54:17

blood on the money

and blood on the leaves

zero to 60,

300 a steed,

scolding my brother for pouring

a four,

told me at least he could afford the pink,

drawing a poem,

they hear the flow and were floored,

peel off,

flooring the lease,

i wanna mourn

often when tears wouldn’t fall

numb

ignoring the grief….

they tryna see if he really be bout it

or if this shit really just rap,

don’t wanna do it but when it come to it

you know how we finna react,

smiling and weighing the hand shakes

can tell you, yo man fake…

birds of feather,

smoke in the air

and we playing the ash tray

shout out to my granny she stay

in her prayers

shout out to my family i stay in they prayers

keep us protected from enemies preying

i’m saying

shout out to my granny i stay

in her prayers

shout out to my family they stay in my prayers

keep us protected from enemies preying

i’m saying