Southern Ave

Sweet Aromatic Backwoods Only stepping if the cash good Fucking if she act good Nigga this a crash course A Ted Talk I done seen live men hit a dead walk Niggas dead wrong Twist the words of Farrakhan donning Fear of God I don't fear no man Exceptions to the reaper These days spent Rolling up the reefer Seekers in the rearview Keep me on my tiptoes Switchblade case I need to slit wrist Split soul Skip home when the moon touch Chalk outline asphalt Ask God why me Reflections in the mirror but I still couldn't find me Or find time to give a f*ck about a hype beast Fine line between life and death if you ever try to fight me What's a high-rise I take tablets to the tongue if I ever wanna sightsee Tumble off the tightrope Tilted by a slight breeze Give up on the dream Nowhere close to being likely Toast to the unrighteous Ones who had their soul siphoned Broken ciphers Hold your lighters For all my niggas still fighting We gone make it out alive Best believe I wanna see our future brightened My kin enlightened F*ck the Curse of Ham we search for Curse of Midas We birthed a nation They gave us tyrants 400 years of whips and chains Then opened hydrants They sent their hounds on us Threw us in the dog pound claiming we had pounds on us Assassinate our leaders In hopes to take the sound from us Now we got these false messiahs on the socials claiming that they down for us But they won't really drown like us