Jon Hope - Blood Streams 2 lyrics
February Boy! February Boy! Never had a toy I was nothing to play with I'm God's favorite let me make this clear I'm afraid of my strength I only fear fear Radio dead the dream is alive Labels are scared ‘cause I written my mind Written my truth became the people's favorite record Jon Hope no joke like April second Gah damn! I'm fully dressed to go out on a limb The future look dim they all sound like him Pa**ed the margin or damn near fallin' to the brink Having cold thoughts my ideas wear a mink Don't know what tomorrow brings or yesterday has f** Beyonce tell me where's Destiny's dad Tell him Hope lookin' for him that's word to my poem I just wanna meet him hug him and get to know him My notebook is just a real n***a Quran Show you how to avoid prison dream bigger than Sean Why they all in my comments why they all wanna gossip The real is in the house you just rent the apartment Lord of the land no chords or a band One mic one mic one mic one mic one mic one mic One night inside a small cafe I wrote murder I shot a couple dream k**ers and joy burglars With fervor Kendrick we'll one day meet I'm the f**in' reason Troy Ave is a one way street f** a club, f** da industry, f** a network I f** the world and cum on Earl's sweatshirt Oooh! I'm leaving stains and sh** I'm just singing songs from my pain and sh** Never gang bang crip but I shoot at stars Hold the moon for hostage and took a stab at the dark Still never convicted my freedom is a choice Go to planet fitness and lift every voice When I spit that opposite of a lie My license to k** says Providence till I die Oh Lord! tell these rapper I'm emotionless With Tyra Banks they couldn't pose a threat Haven't you learned from the catalogue pardon that A humble king who left his crown at the laundromat Rinse the dirt off my name there's no one to blame Hiking up Cypress Hill now I'm going insane Last month I turned down a deal I wasn't craving' So it's still 9-5 but my dreams are misbehaving They don't listen to reality disobey orders It's a penny for my thoughts and my speech is about a quarter Monday night raw, unfiltered, and unmastered No father to my style this n***a is a ba*tard Ahhhh!!! errrybody tells me my spirit is awkward They called me a bully I pushed the culture forward