22g of Passion

Keep your head up my nigga We don't fold to pressure We mold to pressure, my nigga You better never forget that shit This is passions of a baby drug dealer Baby to offspring, one to use drug healer Boil to elixir Rock studded pictures My greatest vision be you cheering while my shooting pistol Never missed cue Leave the previous decade to constant misuse Shatterproof, my smile still sparkled like Whit' Houst' Not do they know the story of my deep roots Rooted to a glory driven through lifetime's abuse Born to no roof That's why my mirror stars clear Blown roofs, blood smeared ruined father's cashmere Life sand with the paper, but our dream visions pier Sunsets on my watch cuz the yacht parked at dock This is passions of a beast when we clawing up the sheets Feel the pain, feel the love, everything held beneath Flooding deep, getting deeper Feel my world start to sink How she rock herself to sleep? How her bones running weak? How dare I tat freedom when cells blood deep? What is happiness in misery? That beautiful smile My inner child still smiling though these times wild Wild Wild I know the antidote Don't need no baking sod' It be that love, it be that love, it be piano notes It be that drum solo It be that tidal stroke It be all the above, if you ain't know That's why these eye ducts flow That's why my notebook glow Sorrows soaked Every note that strummed the highs and lows Praying that they sing a song for me This silence harming me Vividly, my past incisions haunting me Call for peace Call for peace Call for peace Call for peace Call for peace Call for peace Call for peace Peace To the bodies rested Time invested couldn't slow down the fatal seconds How dare my auntie self destruct? You see the tears shed They overflowing cuz my momma on that same tread- Mill running Running from strikes and thunder I see those storms never settled She stirring pots kettled Can't you see I'm furnace? Can't you see me burning? Sparking trees, hanging high, same story turning See I don't need no rope Her wither strangling How the Godd maintaining when the Mother psyche dangling? Oh No Oh No Oh No Oh I know the antidote Don't need no baking sod' It be that love, it be that love, it be piano notes It be that drum solo It be that tidal stroke It be all the above That's why these eye ducts flow That's why my notebook glow Sorrows soaked Every note that strummed the highs and lows I pray they sing a song for me Lord, I pray they singing a song for me What they know 'bout it? What they know 'bout it? What they know 'bout it? They know nothin' 'bout it? Keep your head up my nigga We don't fold to pressure We mold to pressure, my nigga You better never forget that shit