Dr. Yen Lo - Day 811 lyrics

[Ka] Had to touch down Plush sound (At the tough crown) [Hook] All get a life, not all gonna live Some soar to the heights, some fall on shiv Some are bored by vice, get torn by Sigs Some wolfing rice, others supportless kids That wasn't us We from the dust [Sample] They can't touch you anymore You're free [Verse] Was molded in knowing, some get to live but all die Pacing, strut, getting big baking enough, f** small fry Being in the deep ain't peak for my well-being Low is limbo, from what I had to grow in hell seeing It affected me, directly, like the rest Used to let it rest in the dresser, now I'm dressing with the Tec My outfit was house sh** that had grand decisions My stance's mansion in the game, check my mannerisms Does sleep with no weighted man religion Mommy knew I landed in Cuba, before I land in prison Didn't behave, felt I prepaid my penance Was ravaged, sun-shallow, slum-deep grade my sentence When you raised 'round rage and vengeance you can change But in the veins remains major remnants Down to stick, move a pound of brick in towns for grip Get astounding whips, coupled with some supple ground or rip Some gold aesthetics 'till they roll the credits The villian-starred film noir, but hold the edits In battlefields had a will couldn't been attained It's God-scripted, you start different but end the same Enlightened with the page's thunder, the ageless wonder I write that night life till my days of slumber (Page's thunder, ageless wonder) I write that night life till my days of slumber [Hook] All get a life, not all gonna live Some soar to the heights, some fall on shiv Some are bored by vice, get torn by Sigs Some wolfing rice, others supportless kids From the dust That wasn't us From the dust [Interlude] We from the gritty, dirty city Dirty city [Verse] While you live, never give, just keep on This young, lean team, one scene is week's pawn Rose to eighth rank, coldness, hate, thanks to deep dawns I prayed her for that halo, no Creole(?), I see horns My hell was birthed, well endured(?), when I fell on earth It cames with flames of pain, couldn't quell a nurse Nauseous from chores of fortress rapport only saw blitz No saints, so paint black portraits and I bought this In fact, the cracks on my surface lead course shift Damaged canvas from times they drew on me with four-fifth I draw quote, saying we all broke till we all rich Cuz reverence that I'm even present till I rap more gift [Sample] Why, why is all of this being done? What have they built you to do?