k**ah Priest - Lights Are Golden lyrics

(Priest talkin') Yeah, Metropolis, Expedyte, wazup it's k**ah Priest [Expedyte] Ayo, he had a bullet in his brain Befo they ever even pulled the trigger he was played sh*t's no game; he's from a place where you'll always find a person Lurking, in the alley way to make a purchase Searching, every night and day the crack hurts him Got clean when he found beats to place words in He can't follow the path where he'll be swallowed He can't be having sorrows; he has to see tomorrow but... Everyday someone is off getting caught with Something that gets co*ked or makes him illegal profits You know it's hard not to be a part of all this Cuz if he's not part of it, he'll prolly be a target He's in the rap game and needs to have an image Where people think he's that brave or motherf**ers k** 'em there Fate takes toll when you play a fool's role And you can't see the dark 'cause the lights look gold (Chorus) Expedyte 2x Yeah, when you're in the dark and the light look gold Follow in the road that could take a man's soul Headed to a place where you know you can't go And now you gon' fold cuz you didn't have hope [k**ah Priest] Anatomy of a bullet, his heart is on the right side No bones, no tongue, only one eye Each flesh glandless and feast on d**h No table manners, it bleeds his teeth all wet And his intestine someone flesh start digestin' Cause someone had fired the weapon Shootouts, silver badges, you can feel the madness Life loss someone revealed the magic Gats spit, casket close, plastic blow Project process is slow And yo gold objects is snatched Young ladies and dudes are clapped What you know about that? Apocalyptic, optimistic, watch for snitches I pop the biscuit, relentless Vintage, while I'm venting, while I spit (Chorus) Expedyte 2x [Phakt] At 25, life is a riddle to a crook 25-to-life judge hit 'em wit the book Got caught dumping wit a body in the Brook Homie only took jobs that nobody else took Solo soul, since most of his friends died Knowing that the victim got n***as on the inside He ain't easy to k**, n***as been tried Eye for eye, the plea thugs live by Now it's you against all of their men The whole starts looking like the Holiday Inn f** three hots and a khat You got three hots in a box wit no chance they'll get in Judge won't free 'em, inmates wanna beat 'em The light from the feed hole looks like freedom Left the box two o'clock he was dead by ten Guess that light glow was fool's gold in the end (Chorus) Expedyte 2x