King Los - Creator lyrics

[Intro: JS] Why would you create this King in me? There's so much responsibility in my hands (oh oh) How did I get here? Creator of the wind and the stars, the heavens and mars Everything there is to be Creator why are you so bad to me [Verse 1: Los] I wrote my life on the pages You spoke it into existence These chapters that held me captive A pa**age of broken scriptures Surpa**ing the pa**ive with pa**ion Clashing with hopeless n***as My hopes is to show em' focus and growth They expose the sickness of seeing these flashing lights Taking heed to this bad advice You know demons attack at night I been dreamin' in black and white Due to lack of a true emotion From things that I've sacrificed In my past But movin' past it is bringing me back to life b**h we ballin' gettin' this money f** it these n***as tell me My homies screamed out the window I'm making sales on the celly He's seldom used to solicit His retail just limit detail Never used the specifics And f** the views of a critic A politician could blow me I'm rarely apologetic My father ain't even know me The f** do these n***as show me If only I could erase the last 20 years of this life In a flash; I take em' back just a couple kids on the bike But by fate he would have a day With knuckleheads in a fight As they jumped him Stomped out his cousin and bust his head with a pipe It erupted something inside him Interrupted his peace Nothing peaceful about that vengeance he would eventually seek See when you truly affected confusion is never gone Everyday we losing the youth being used as the devils pawn As he thought I'm a k** him f** Basking in all the sorrow If these n***as murdered me they'd be back in the club tomorrow Hit my n***a sticks for a pistol that he could borrow Came around the block in a tinted out Monte-Carlo Told my n***a sticks ride down on em' He ready for em' Semi-automatic weapon in his sweaty palm Caught them n***as slippin Start lickin' the pistol barkin' Bustin' shots for every flower they put on these n***as coffins But nobody got shot Dissed the pistol he had to throw it Rest in Peace to all you n***as still living but don't know it, King [Verse 2: JS] You make me everything I am I can't exist without your love My enemies rest at your hand And it's because of who you are Oh oh my creator (ah mm ah mm ah) If the sun burns out And the moons stops pulling the ocean If the trees fall down If the birds won't fly And my heart can't love I'll pray that your love brings me out of the darkness My Creator Oh Please Deliver [?] [Outro: Various Newscasters] Two hours of questions and answers A chance to find out what went wrong in 2013 a year that saw 235 murders And it's no secret that the past ten days have put Baltimore in a dubious spotlight As on of the most violent cities in the Country By contrast Baltimore recorded 117 homicides The Cities rate is 18.8 per 100, 000 Three times higher than D.C