[Intro]:
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[Chorus]
Instrumental
[Verse 1]:
Godly bodied deities reside within the past
Forever truely forever then how long will it last
This isint some question to make you doubt your faith
,I just wanna know tell me can yall relate?
I'm sitting on my throne praying to God I wanna come home
Lying in the ashes lord where did I turn wrong
Took too many blunt hits chocking on the bong
If my flow is always crooked then my bars better be strong
Everytime that I step up on the stage
I feel like an animal who let up out his cage
My brain is never pure but my heart is always brave
Stacked up like some slaves hold up imma bout to break
Last time a white boy had spit this hard
Eminem was coming out of the Detroit boulevard
Reppin 808 till my 8 track crack
Clearly born white but in my soul i feel black
With all race set aside cultures should combine
Create a higher order with a new state of mind
Tired of the politics we involve in our music
But seems now a days that all our voices are useless
[Chorus]
Instrumental
[Verse 2]:
Breakdown the door to the industry's prison
I'm the new inmate begging yall to listen
The gates of hell run thru musics inquisition
We're all endangered people an running from extinction
But the lines inside my head are always a contradiction
We've been the heavyweight champs within our own division, now we gotta rise above an find new competition
I need some composition for the position I be sittin in, thunderstorms an hurricanes where are all my synonyms
Symptoms got me feelin like all brauds are frivolous
Did you get the punch line when I had delivered this
I'm about to blow up like expanding digital images
Try an attack me on a track - I'll show you what a scrimmage is
Confessin to me today while looking at my images
Indefinitely
Effervescently
d**h a me
Supressin me
And i can't hold back while surrendering
[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
8.Metabolic mind state slated with sociology
With every breath I take I owe God an apology
Brake me down to pieces like I dropped fine pottery
But I'm richer in my soul like I won a godly lottery
Can't tell you how I outta be
But rather how your daughter be
She actin lil erotically
I'm writtin this methodically
Keep it hella holy when I'm up inside the stands
An I need some holy water to cleanse my dirty hands