Wit - Refuge lyrics

[Verse 1: Alex Faith] Getting tore up under city lights Looking for a place to rest Where am I gon' spend the night Eyelids closed and these dreams take me to greater heights Third eye open got my body chasing the newest high As the paint drips candy and I swing around the corner My whip clean as it can be Music loud hear me coming even when you can't see Flex like that, see the canvas that I'm painting Vain when I smile, gold in my mouth Grandmama even had ‘em how we do it in the South Shorty pop it, drop it low show us what you working with But I would k** my daughter if I ever seen her t**ng it All on the same block, who do we blame huh? The lights is getting cut off next week When will the pain stop? Baby momma cookin' and pissin' all in the same pot This is what it really is I'll tell you what it's never not [Verse 2: Dre Murray] Peace to all the k**ers,war to all the writers d**h to every prophet, violence will unite us Now every child recite us, every child with a weapon All that pain that Martin dealt with and nobody step in March for our freedom, but that freedom we don't want The ghetto's like a ghost town that trap house is haunted The demons pitching on the curb zombies stalk the pavement I call it the purge they call it the payment The nonsense I saw and heard as an adolescent Church doors are open God I need a blessing But we don't trust the reverend so we get it how we live Loading up the weapons taking what you wouldn't give This is life for me every day on the South Side Couple homicides you perish by stepping outside I turned eighteen, I was happy to be alive See you wanna live, but I just wanna survive [Verse 3: J. Givens] 300 miles from the ocean Six million kilowatts keep slot machines open Four aces smokin' West Coast Oasis exploding It's LV, NV, Las Vegas in me The A-D ATLiens with me The acid pills have illuminated these daffodils Ain't even gotta open those doors, the velociraptors will Far from Jura**ic, cars park in darkness The man you see is the captain The pa**enger seat's a teen and she's trafficked They follow money in lieu of solimony In wisdom and vision and swimming in pools of women The moon and communion, the room, the lobby too Two women two conky Bonnies and Clyde his pocket Two mollies Osiris is not the god we Trust in, we're just leading the chase But if race is leading this race Then this vanity must end Don't have to smash the mirror The spirit's here with you Just don't forget his reflection When exiting that room