Vak** - Dear Life lyrics

(Verse 1) The 21st of March the God's born But abnorm with an angelic-shape eye form Armspan like the Wings of Love of Jeffrey Osborne Pierced the earth from the afterbirth of a meteorite Spittin' Pedialyte media hype [?] as the second coming seed of your life Mach-5 thoughts exceeding your light Braincells are G-4 modem With built-in encyclopedia-bytes In high definition Being a flow or graffiti writer It's like I was conceived in the projects Where Satan harbors heat Give him twelve j**els in case the lava leaks Taught you either starve or eat Kings get to carve the meat And the crown don't move 'til the god touch the barber's seat Raised by my earthen convicts That'd never solve a sentence Project hallways that was all scented with piss and aerosol linen, sh** I tit wipe with the same hand used to hold the edges of this [?] knife Called dead life (Hook) x2 The funny thing about life Is nobody gets out it of alive So how the hell you gon' tell me how to survive What does the whole purpose lead to And why should I believe you When you can bleed too (Verse 2) Well I [?] [?] this handshake and mandate man's fate I exist to move bowels in the batter of your pancakes Flip sh** food for thought supplement it For your couple of minutes from the dragon's beheadin' Brag when we getting some dime [?] [?] trim and deep dish rims With a sheepish grin What's it worth when the sh** that's sweet switch scrims Spit gems with heat in a complete re-blend Love is a folklore that provokes war The streets ditch friends six feet stitched in We cheat d**h like switching stickers on the rubik's cube Instead of solving the puzzle Die when our aspirations dissolve in a puddle In the wake of commotion Cos ambition is the fragile ice on a lake of emotion And you wonder why n***as don't really act right And blood money ain't blood money unless it's hemophiliac-type And f** worryin' about dollar bills We paranoid at every middle-easterner With a full beard and Jallah Bill And r'n'b icons indicted for statutory Video taping themselves Running up in the snatch of shorties My consciousness will never reach a happy camper settlement Cramped intelligence with alcohol But still not enough to hamper elegance Even if I bought a 24-pack and k**ed the whole case like tampered-evidence And in spite of that sh** The right of pa**age to move units is whether I sell dope or not What the f------ (Hook) x2 The funny thing about life Is nobody gets out it of alive So how the hell you gon' tell me how to survive What does the whole purpose lead to Why should I believe you When you can bleed too