Broken Sticks

Yeah All I know how to do is set the tone It's like This is my mind and body at the apex Skin of a moor that made abundance though he was gave less From the jungle I can show you where the apes rest Unfortunate few yelled out uncle while the streets tried to break necks Intermissions limited if you live in sin you can't take rest Wore latex bagging work just in case the place swept Ain't slept wasn't a mattress just dirt and various taste tests The tool by the gate kept somewhat of civil order Question Will you book it when you hit the border Niggas saying never change just to drop dimes and ended up giving quarters Free all my blood who got concrete as they living quarters Palms reach on scarred plexi for estranged sons and dismissive daughters The game won this shit is sordid The sane ones get they shit and bounce Insane ones stay where they were brought up Consider me the latter I'm tryna lift my order Tryna lift my order You harbor feelings and they stroll to your area like a promenade Engineered by God but the fear installed all my momma game Admittedly I never had my sight on the hall of fame Old age would be nice take delight in hauling canes Slave blood in our father names and still at that precipice Only two directions when you tryna exit cliffs Walk back on your fight or take flight into the endless mist Purgatory or Hell there aint no Heaven when your skin is tint I need the block, I need the ward, I need more I need my people to stop falling for they accords Herd out the weasels and cut the mistakes they done caused Spill on this easel and pray we rid of our wars That's law Spill on this easel and pray we rid of our wars That's law This is more than a verse It's an introduction of where we walking on Earth The scorched ground and the corners we lurk But we found blessings even if we been lost since the birth Church Church