What it Sound Like

I'm trying to paint a picture On the newest of levels Ain't no time for games gotta share My truest endeavors This is the form I relegate to The world penetrate you and Put you down What you do with some pebbles Our daily bread given in form faction We eat the content and long captions If we speaking now it's the Wrong action I'm dropping some real spit And watching the song traction Head hands and eyes We advancing guys Yea we the beautiful ones Headbands and ties We make a way up out of nothin When chance denies Any plans devised Know we can survive Never fall evicted From thes laws depicted A room full of pain looking like Wars addicted I mad it to the big gates But that's as far as I kicked it I brought some lines back Never theese bars predicted A perfect story that's lacking relief World steady packing with grief Trying to keep that thing tucked Not reacting to beef I know there's plenty personas That's out there acting like chiefs But still Just picture If I could show you this life This what it sounds like If I could show you this life This what it sounds like If I could show you this life This what it sounds like If I could show you this life This what it sounds like If I could show you this life This what it sounds like If I could show you this life This what it sounds like If I could show you this life This what it sounds like If I could show you this life This what it sounds like Right in the middle a trouble man type Marvin Gaye playing the dock of the bay Stuffing up a L with green Like to keep a little variety I seldom gleen Might catch me bumping Kobialka my velvet dream Now listen, a living legend Never trail a thing You witnessing a street story And these tales are clean I'm from the rocks straight mixed And crumbled Out that city where you might find Sticks and gumbo Graduate pick a vice Don't let the fix succumb you The bullets fly from the licks The gun do They say you gotta be solja from the start But they never tell you that it's All mixed with humble A couple tools ingredients Tying to be a man Stuck up in the world where the greedy is It's no peter pan They say the ground is fertile You try to feed a fam But the land I live ain't the seediest You could see the land Just trying to win with a bad hand The world telling me it ain't bad man But then I'm the bad man They turn around go phoning the batman I wasn't no where around and plus My home in the badlands If I could show you this life This what it sounds like If I could show you this life This what it sounds like If I could show you this life This what it sounds like If I could show you this life This what it sounds like If I could show you this life This what it sounds like If I could show you this life This what it sounds like If I could show you this life This what it sounds like If I could show you this life This what it sounds like