V1 (Jeremy Martian)
I was down and out mad, grinding on my teeth
Had to drown it out bad, with a couple of beats
Man what I've seen this past year will last me my life it's
Some real sh** for me to deal with, that's why I act like I don't feel sh**
And I rap like i just gotta do it, cause there's nothing for me to go back to
I've been thinking about this album like my mind was in a vice grip
Disappointed in my outcomes from giving in to my vices
Tryin' to get by gets in the way, the days fade, the weeks fly, the months go by
And the seasons change, but the reason it still stays the same
Why I bounce back and pick myself up every single time that I fall
What do you call that? The righteous mind of a young son of god giving life his all
I can't right my wrongs so I write my wrongs
Shouts to my homie Wyckoff we looking out for u dog
To my friends crisscrossed when the profits were involved
Whose b**hes flip flopped to whoever was hot
Chorus x2 (Jeremy Martian)
Blindfold the Bullsh** don't let the Bullsh** Blindfold you
V2 (Jeremy Martian)
What if I told you, this music is a ring where
Where cash is the main contender
I've been flicking ashes from their stingers until they were just an ember
For as long as I remember, everybody wants to be remembered
But to many names to fit in our memory
Rappers like the girl from last night who you reserved to be yours tentatively
When you were gone off way too much Hennessy and
These rappers are whack essentially, spitting on tracks so similar, with the filler words
Finna put em hearse doe, don't take it personal
It's the murderous surgeon put your arm in tourniquet
Verbs from a furnace, with a suburbanesque point of view
I'm turning up burnin' herbs, I ain't afraid to speak the truth
Speakers bang, take off my belt off like I'm Pootie Tang
Bars for days who's this as hard at 21 years of age
Top shelf, he's hot now the mainstream drop out
Ah hell f** a politician and a cop how
Come I've never seen an officer a**ist an individual
But seen a belittle of a criminal who didn't commit was given to
Did you think they'd arrest you for what you had into your living room?
Did you think I would have left for a chance to reach my pinnacle?
Did you think the bible was a metaphor or did you take it literal?
Oh I can't stand critics, who get off to cynical thoughts
Of offing optimistics, I always cough when i hit it, don't know my limits
I don't know what it is, but I've been gone for the minutes that I wrote this song
Take it with a grain of salt, still give a hater an open palm
We still know right from wrong, good from evil
Money is the root of all evil, it's funny watch what it'll do to these people
Were all just people, we're all just people, we're all just people
Were all just people we're all just people we're all just people (we're all just people)
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