Crave Moore - SAMMO lyrics

Intro: Artists are respected by the poor because what they do is an honest way to get out of the slum using one's sheer self as the medium. The money earned, proof, pure and simple, of the value of that individual, the artist. The picture a mother's son does in jail hangs on her wall as proof that beauty is possible even in the most wretched. And this is a much different idea than fancier notion that art is a scam and a ripoff. But you can never explain to someone who uses God's gift to enslave, that you have used God's gift to be free Verse 1: Tryna clear my mind Yeah I find thoughts spend time tryna feel alive Eyes all wide it's raining outside I don't close the blinds see it makes me feel high See a bird flyby got me thinking bout stepping out this window The eagle has landed The sun cry see the people are angry just let me soar I'm no p**y the hawk is I if I don't make it back to bed I'll be mortified Mary Mary hold my feet and let me see if I can swim and if I drown let go Smile as I slip or lean in touch skin let me die with a kiss No speaking my pain is pa**ion look I ain't tryna resist where my demons come and find me and sh** I'ma dance with Jesus I can't wait to go Spent my life wasting money out chasing hoes It ain't funny f** a fumble clumsy f**er f** a f**in when I find a way I'll find the words to tell my mum I love her Stuck in the slums of self-pity it's silly kinda wish that Tom was still with me Chorus 1: Tryna clear my mind yeah I find thoughts spend time tryina feel alive eyes all wide it's raining outside I don't close the blinds see it makes me feel high Tryna clear my mind yeah I find thoughts spend time tryina feel alive eyes all wide its raining outside I don't close the blinds see it makes me feel high Verse 2: Gun games with cold hands guess who's the k**er Suicide moves in my room I'll find you staring at me till I crack tryna shoot the mirror Sooth and sn******gs I hear them as I move the trigger Catch a body by my own name left a little poem by the weapon so they learn why Always felt foreign in this place I'll be honest and say it's much better being busy from a bird's eye Third eye helping me to burn my bridges never burn herb felt like it obscured my vision Visual verbs caught up in a medicinal slur so blame dilla for the sting in my words Don't pray for me cause f** knows I weren't made for the heavens I'ma stumble into hell have Satan on his knees and sh** like Welcome home Mr Moore you little prick I know I can't change... so f** it Can I get a toast for all the n***as that had hope The girls that tried save me maybe I'll be sane one day and maybe all this pain's ok Can I get a toast for all the n***as that had hope The girls that tried save me maybe I'll be sane one day and maybe all this pain's ok