Tijon - Bloody Murder lyrics

[Verse 1] What up beloved? Said I'm coming, hope you ain't forget Fresh breath in the lungs in the city of d**h Figures stacking like a thick b**h's silhouette On a hot summer night Bopping down that 1-1-6 and Liberty Meet the man the epitome Of Sam Cooke mixed with the mind of a Kennedy Without the treachery You understand that? Feel that So as we proceed all proceeds To the almighty from the young Apache My grand pops know I never politiced it with ya But see your mosque on the corner, with ya proud picture Son of a proud sister, bless you raised her right Pray we was alike, but [?] the honesty I ain't stepped up in it since like the age of 3 An I don't know what it is that be controlling me Sometimes I battle when the evil take a hold on me Or do I grovel cause the evils got a hold on me? Lord, look over me You know you ain't make a man right, ya damn right Blinded by my own sight Got a foreign dime in hindsight Thought I loved her when I met her, that's an hour back She pouting 'bout the fact, your boy poked around in that Got over the feelings (What you told her?) I told her take a power nap (Then?) Then to take a powder that sh** right there, made that b**h make me fear For my life, for my life As she scream [Hook] Bloody murder (x2) [Verse 3] But that's just how it goes down in the borough of the beasts Like a dog off the leash that was my first rhyme Funny how the past comes to present And present a future, mind state of a Martin Luther Way before he had a dream Dribble through a double team of suppression and doubt With no particular route Just a final destination, levitation Above the hood, so I can show em where they can be Because I've been there, because I swam there Now I'm trying build a bridge so they can get there Till then I keep it smooth n calculated Semi auto calibrated cerebellum Could propel em, never sell 'em What these spine-lacking rappers try to trap 'em in The trap and then, the penitentiary blues As they sit in the pews and sing, they sing [Hook] Bloody murder (x3) Murder (x6) [Verse 4] Murder the jealousy in your eyes when Tijon arrives Cause I'm only here to show love, fakes fives Snake eyes, they disgust me Worst than mothers in the club Shaking a** on a thug who could give a f** 'Bout who she was what she does, and why her son sitting up In his crib Thinking to himself he can't even speak but he thinking to himself (Mami) Mami there must be something nice out there A reason why ya dress tight with ya nice hair Then kissy face in the mirror what a nice stare Take a pic with ya phone and a light glare Then you turn around, I'm still right here Turn and walk out the door And you leave me right here And he just wanna scream He just wanna scream [Hook] Bloody murder (x3) (Murderer)