Crimson - 1993/..culture lyrics

*voicemail from Lucas* .. sh** I wrote this all on my way Tampa/ burning Dutch while I'm throwing up 6's for the camera/ hazy Windows and Rulers Back play, while I look back, pa**ing the 5/ man I pray the lights on they car stay away from us, on this drive/ 4 of us tryna stay alive, number 9 but I think about many ways to die/ said he rose on the 3rd day.. not a surprise/ we understand, that with understanding.. Become a (gawd)/ I saw Magog in the Capitol building, with flags raised made to unite/ up against the force of the dark, but the dark is closer to light/ they want me buried, but my gold chains and silver teeth a scar you/ get off my back, black man, from the past to haunt you/ skeleton in my closet, skeleton wants me to dance, skeleton said "confess, to relieve the process"/ did a couple of people dirty, so go and tell Hannah, not to despise but forgive a person for his deserting/ said my n***as man they the greatest, I'm lying though/ the potential is there, the discipline hiding though/ ...a wise man told me about some honesty/ either support from a distance, or sit aside and leave/ in the city of Tally, too many men'll say yes/ so the growth is an absent phase in a rappers quest/ posing to flex but the music ain't even worth it/ we champion many herbs, so they spit up All of they curses/ but Crim the soulja to iron perfect/ we work till the pa**ion hurt us, heard a couple artists get around me, they nervous/ but if I were to speak the truth, I'd prolly get murdered/ worth the bullet, I rather fade, fore I lie in person/ I heard that Byrdz caught a bid, pray for my brothers/ the realest nighas behind bars, or get slayed in the summer/ I studied mathematics with Intricate back in lab, and the sign of zag to the zig and then back is everything last/ eventually first.. Down the interstate, I log in the search/ into my brain, reflecting upon Valerie's hurt/ fists to the concrete, shattered shades and torn apart pictures, God is my witness while I embark on elixirs/ and spark the bark, it'll ease any troubled thoughts, cause the real in me really see menacing, bullets riddle me with a sawed off/ I'm suicidal, cause nowaday pressure raising abound/ every one and thing I'm around, expect me to wear to crown/ but if I were to blast the mind that you all adore, would you care the beloved king's head fell to the floor?/ when it blesses the ground, and memories spill, would you still deal with the man?/ and maneuver about the rules when manure rise to the fan/ alas.. The trouble soul in me, solely wanna k** me off fast/ I'm too abusive, I'm too aggressive.. I'm Too relaxed/ my brother told me to slow it down or I'd hit a wall/.. Who gives a f**, I'm a kid who done seen it all/ heineken bottles, papers pursue me/ I roll one up, in the vapors I say hey to new me/ what's good, been a long time coming, ways are berserk/ re-routed ways on my turf, I'm a new being, re-birthed n***a.. (Repeat this line)/ King.. *voicemail from Lucas*