GhettoNintendo
chill its a secret b
holy fukk brehs
this shyt is so goddamn powerful bruh
I say it loud hoping someone can hear me clearly
Trying to make my girl get it she don’t know that it’s very scary
But she’s a nympho she can be barely near me
She still want the God in her, think she Mary Mary
The prettiest bytches just want to service me
While nikkas' prettiest bytches wouldn’t get a word from me
Some of you haven’t heard from me,some of you wouldn’t mind murking me
Find that news funny likes its straight from Ron Burgundy
These nikkas ain’t never seen dough
They can dream though I bump into ‘em in between shows
People say I'm Emo, what that really mean though
Is though the song can’t breathe I actually make it seem so
I lost loved ones because they couldn’t deal with me
Cherish whoever still with me though the merit's been killed in me
Normally it’s just me and my lonely mind
Everyone storm is different so this forecast is only mine
Fans recognize my misery uplifted me
Shifted me to my epitome, guess the curse is a gift to me
Maybe its serendipity, maybe it’s weighing on me physically
Maybe I should man up and tell God not to solicit me
Been medicated, meditated, sedated, hated
Character assassinated, all theses years I masqueraded
Hard headed, if it was on my mind I had to say it
Tongue on the devil’s pitchfork to see how disaster tasted
Rap is fabricated, rappers are so exaggerated
Wouldn’t be scared of the truth if they weren’t castrated
Grab a mag, spray it, surrounded by people that shoot it before me
That'll unconditionally love my beautiful ugly
Now lemme speak to who I cater to
Would you love me the same if all my weeks were not favorable
Promised to maintain being unique but relate-able
All while suffering from a disease that can do away with you
Poetry on the beat,spoken-word for the masses
Therapy over Pro-Tools, every word is on acid
Consonants on Kush, every vowel is blunted
Highly wanted this whole organization privately funded
This is bigger than the Eiffle, this is alert the public
Had coppers bar our tunnels and our bridges with the rifles
Sentences meant to stifle,this is a man aching
This is the dam breaking, contraband in the making
This is panic unveiling, got potential but I never met it
He be trying to come over, it seem like God won’t let it
Either he never got my invite or he just dismissed it
But if all I’m hearing are the sounds of blackness, why am I pessimistic?
You’ll never progress if you’ll never try
All I ask, let every word I birth, never die
My wings spread, but when I met the sky
Weather didn’t change like I thought and had me petrified