Rasul - Infinite lyrics

(Writing Colours) They say it all comes with the territory Being lost in heaven finding the purgatory, self-explanatory Through they eyes of whoever masters the ceremony That DJ play my favorite record for me You won't remember homie, I've seen it all happen From the era of crack to what they call famine The car jack in brooklyn, the gun clapping Knocking down every wall in Uncle Tom's Cabin Y'all should examine all the dirt underneath my soles The bloody knees from crawling on the steepest roads The sheepish clothes, enemies I'm keeping close Monkey see, monkey, do, easy comes, easy goes Look at my face you can feel the cold, feel the load Written in scars, come see me and i feed the bold To reap what my demons sowed Yes I'm just like you, go Ahead ask Keyshia Cole The same fool walking in the same shoes The same routes, coming to the same moods Same damn empty stomach eating the same food Paying dues, grinding my sorrows with the Grey Goose Throught the mist of it all remained faithful Left Pandora's Box in my rearview Square Two, Billie Holiday "Strange Fruit" Yeah, it's been a struggle but blame who I came through the gates of 808s Ultimate Beats & Breaks, those Filtered crates, SPs and pause tapes For god's sake, before Lebron went All-State Before false images, greed and lost faith, get it straight Your boys' been about his paper Ever since British Knights and pagers Biz Markie's “Vapors”, when Halladin transformed the fader Before Trends Of Culture or Original Flavor I've catered to the needy and poor From the dirty dirty to the grittiest shores A soldier of a hideous war, you've seen me before Battling biblical keys and devious chords An idiot savant born with ingenious flaws Like Writing Colours with no reason at all Graffitis on walls, to me it's just keeping it raw And no, I don't rap, I'm just speaking to god And tell me, do you know what it feels like To read the Qu'ran under street lights When the hawks beating up your face, can't keep your feet tight Like when your pockets are filled with that real white The night falls shorter and you're so tired of all the portioning We blamed it on the new world order then Never saw the walls closing in, somehow stopped focusing How the hell were we supposed to win? Again, it all comes with the territory Yeah, it's pretty much self-explanatory Through they eyes of whoever masters the ceremony That dj play my favorite record for me You won't remember homie, I've seen it all happen From the era of crack to what they call famine The car jack in brooklyn, the gun clapping Knocking down every wall in Uncle Tom's Cabin Y'all should examine all the dirt underneath my soles The bloody knees from crawling on the steepest roads The sheepish clothes, enemies I'm keeping close Monkey see, monkey do, easy comes, easy goes Look at my face you can feel the cold, feel the load Written in scars, come see me and i feed the bold To reap what my demons sowed Yes I'm just like you, go ahead ask Keyshia Cole Infinite