Omen - Don't Let Go Freestyle lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Don't let go Don't let go Ay yo [Verse 1] I'm carrying burdens bout as heavy as caskets, ba*tards Ya'll get blasted, bars get graphic By El Presagio I'm giving body blows I ain't f**ing thotty hoes, trying to get lotto off me Dark meat is targeted awfully often Auction off the caged bird, sings off keys Kilos, weed, we sold Took us out our chains made us slaves to the c-note Rap cinematographer Indica blunts is puff flipping off officers All they stories be the same that's awfully odd Read through your bull like I was Pau Gasol Witnessed false kings, offspring Hearing songs of bullets plucking at heart strings I can tell a vision that's way better than television and fantasize of better times for better living Now he's to blame, she's to blame, we complain Tell me does it lead to change? Black president, would have thought Jesus came Where these n***as at? Hold up freeze the frame, Chiraq on my screen dawg please explain Just exploited our name to increase your fame Tell RZA that my clothes don't keep me safe Soon as these n***as get money they all speak the same [Hook] No respect for the rubbish, f** the police f** the jury and the judger Mama told me I'd be different from the others I've been low-key, ever since I was a youngin', since was a youngin' No respect for the rubbish, f** the police f** the jury and the judger Mama told me I'd be different from the others I've been low key ever since I was a youngin', since was a youngin' [Verse 2] Been gifted by the unknown like a grab bag Rather be an a**hole than a half a** Hard to figure out sorta like sad laugh Trying to stop the flow better get your sandbags I was up in Wicker Park drinking liquor dark on a Tuesday Just came from court side seats at the Bull's game Living out my dreams in a night full of mayhem Then I got a text from this girl to let her spray tan Snow bunny, web camming for top dollars She get around but f** it man I brought condoms I'm living life, she's got me nervous shes that good I gave her wood from the back she lit it backward Now we f**ing, smoking, I'm playing "Backseat" Try'na go for some hours, I'm not an athlete I'm feeling high, shes high we feeling so cool [Outro] That's when I heard the keys jingle in the living room Well damn There goes her man