Mic Righteous - SBTV - #3rdDegree lyrics

Yo, Can I give you the heart of me? You can rip out the rest of me Here take what is left of me Heavenly father I'll be better I promise sh**, I better be honest Eh yo pardon me, pardon me, can I give you the heart of me? You can rip out the rest of me Here take what is left of me Heavenly father I'll be better I promise sh**, I better be honest I'm in over my head My true friends live in a completely different ends Tell em I'm sorry, sh**! Tell them I promise this I'm'a do what we planned, put it on my son I got this I'm not gonna stop as long as the clocks ticking I'm on my way to the way, I'm not gonna say top That's what they all say f** 'em they're all fake I ain't gonna stop till I got plaques in the hallway And when the thunder comes and the cupboards and doors break? You sit their wonderin' why the f** did the floors shake? There's a f** off hole in the wall But sh** weren‘t no Earthquake! Some dumb motherf**er Who's drunk and can't walk straight Grew up the worst way In a crack house in Ramsgate And Rocky's his first name Rest is a blackout in a versal If you wanna travel more through his past Then you gotta to learn the first part Cause why'd the f** you'd care in the first place Turn a page The journey expands Further then eventually he turns to a man With the recipe for murder in hand And his turbulent life It's turning him mad, like take me far away They discriminate my fathers face But they ain't seen the tribulations that my father's faced Working on opium farms And three kids tied around his waist He found a place, ran away Left everything behind for his family's sake He found the route He hid inside the back of a boot A whole week went by without nothing to eat Three kids to feed And his clucking for P He's living rough He realises it's enough He started selling d** To feed his seven sons The weight on his shoulder Feels like seven tons The pressure gets too much Immigration get in touch The police kick off the door Once everything month They try' lock him up But they can't hold him down Now he's too old, yeah he holds it down Yo my pops I'm over-proud He's in his cell singing out It makes me wanna run away Never see my son again Run away I'm like my mother I f**ing hate that I love you Come every mothers day I bury my face in that pillow case until I suffocate Cause I ain't suffered yet, alright f** it then I'm becoming successful, f** it's so stressful Up in a fed's cell With cuts on my knuckles, with blood on my hands Head bu*ting the wall that's how f**ed that my head felt But we are so quick to judge each other for our f** ups I'm one to run my gob I blame the way I am Cause of the place I'm from I blame my mother for the way I suffered I blame my father for the pain that came after I blame my brother Blame my sister sh** you get the gist I blame my loved ones I ain't the victim I've been a dickhead I'm a pig, I'm illiterate But still I'm the sh** in this! So when I rap I swear You'll feel the realist spit Now I'm alone with no one Just barely holding on I know my soul is lost I talk to God He gives me no response No I'm not at the top But no regrets yet But I'm still not at the bottom of the ends Getting d**h threats In my hoodie looking like a meth head f** gettin' p**y I was getting bullied by the skets then Now these same pussies wanna pull up like a begged friend Pull my dick out and I'll piss inside your friend's Benz Act like I'm with ten men Step inside my head friend You can be my guest if you make it out alive Tell me if you see my d**hs head You can be my guest Come lay inside my d**h bed Cause your gonna need a rest Sick of these pricks smiling on TV Being good won't change sh** I'm wilin' believe me Your sick of Mic always whining? Then why do you keep on rewinding my CD? sh**! Ask the chick if she's dying to meet me Righteous in my mind Inside I'm a freak 'G' Somebody come and free me Mommy had to leave me Daddy had to leave me Nobody couldn't teach me Family are three feet deep in my memories Now I'm just waiting for them to bury me I think they're coming for my dreams When I'm asleep Does it mean You've got one on me? Cause my cards are facing up for everyone to see I prayed when I was young yeah Too scared to f**ing speak Too dumb to understand That heaven had a plan for me So I had to 'boi' the streets Trust blood I wasn't the boy to beef Now I have to be a man I got a boy to feed So, hush hush What's the point in speaking? These people, think that I'm the voice of Freedom, Please Weren't I the one to make this choice to be this deep? Weren't I the one to make the choice to pick up and leave? From where I'm sitting I couldn't picture my dreams Looking bitter, I breathed out Missing my seed now Wishing that I was with him Yeah this isn't a freestyle It's every emotion that I hold inside Exploding when Mic Righteous decides to speak out There was a time when I couldn't read or write They called me a retard 'til I redefined it Now I'm retarded! On some freak alive sh** Diseased! You ain't never seen what I've seen Been where I've been You ain't never dreamed of dying So you ain't got the right to speak what I do Yeah, we on the street surviving SBTV It's peekin' my vids! This music's what I do this for The truth is I should do this more I do this when my two lips talk I'm too sick to lose this war! Too sick to lose this war, what? I'm too sick to lose this war! Third degree Don't ever say you ain't ever heard of me Yeah f** that I will murder beats PISS OFF! SBTV! We doing this You wanna subscribe to the channel It's right here! Got everything you need, OPEN MIC, Out Now! 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