Blood Of Anthony

Da blood of anthony pour through the pen to the sheets Death close, keys to the chariot rest in the cloak Rose from the trenches, his clothes smell of wretchedness On edge from bloodshed, foes thinkin that he sensitive Calm demeanor palm the heater it's not registered Felony facin when bellies is achin from hunger Melanin cases starvation the sins from his father Recidivism, criticism they make him a monster Benefit em what don't kill em is makin him stronger Smoking kill, eat his kill, his days getting longer Live wit scars while the soldiers be inkin they arms up Palms up peace underneath they wanna harm him Pay no mind get in line it's bigger fish to fry Bigger cribs to buy, kid, bigger whips to drive Kee a wishful eye, he thought, get ya chips n ride They said world is yours, he thought, and chose to live it live Wash the blood up off me Wash the blood up off my hands Counting the days smoke mountains of Haze Seeing police up ahead he re-routing his Waze Searching for the fountain of youth and found the fountain of fame Claimed land in Jamestown, pain allowed him to change A lot on his brain from bearing all the weight from the game Heavy is the gold crown that weigh on the king 4 pound, cold iron, when it blaze itll sting Which way will u win? most die chasin the wind Had his fill of good n evil, nothin amaze him again Seen life turn to death and the fakeness of friends Maintaining his lens caught a red eye like cyclops Switch time zones makin plays from the skybox 2 men beefin one walkin the 9 cocked one ran fast, in his back he got 9 shots Somehow someway some feelings never will change On his last leg he broke down and started to pray Wash the blood up