Mark (16:9) My Words

Uh Uh Uh Came home To the trolls and the bros on the backroad Seeing our blood on the leaves Enslaved by these cash notes We really make cash flow I tire in LV attire, but really The bank rolls (I'm still) I'm still, working on better me Talking to enemies Who claim they have remedies A man got touched Walking through betany Stained on my memory (News flash: Type the ends on your dell) Train above the bridge As we escaping from Hell It's mad that everyone runs over all the pain we did felt We're plotting, how to escape from the zones Tried to blend in, defensive Nutribullet his chrome Now I really know why I did Run from home, and run from those Man that tell me "AYO, WATCH YOUR TONE" Don't watch that though This is how a brudda, retain control Rake in dough "Nice to meet you, I'm...NAT?" (God) What is your vice? What is your reason for paying the Price? What makes your feet shaky at night? What would you do if your friend never died? What would you be if Dad did stay? If gang life, had faded away? If E had ended her days? What would you really have had to say? I have arosen I am awake I have awoken I am the chosen Tanned, unfamiliar face Not white or token The gates have opened The Son of Josep- And I see the fear that you run from Concrete dungeon Past crimes, not undone Cell songs, unsung Ex ting, hates love White man, hate us Sun beam, ray gun Smoke signs, pai-gon Slave years, pay up The bodies keep piling up Look at your hands You'll see their blood Don't blame dad for the reason stuck Blame man, their kind For the absence of, absent love Pray for forgiveness, son And I'll forgive my son Until you come, you'll be in a loop till you're done Uh Rebirth This one, seems different I think Am I Reliving A Nightmare? (The Adversary: Don't you trust me, Don't I sound Innocent?) We blessed from the start Happiness And we shine from the start This is really the start Ima ignore till all my dearly departs This LV make me happy, that's all that matters yo And my life an uzumaki, the start of naruto Ain't nuttin wrong with getting touched That's just how it goes We mourn for the girls who get touched And their famo knows Noone wanna speak up They urge me as their speaker Play it on a speaker "Things could be much worse" Put it on a T-shirt We matter as much As the promises, Boris couldn't keep up Or the lessons that the roads did teach us And so what? We can't escape on a train? Or fly on a plane? Way before the streets were, littered with plague We're all we've got "It's just that these deaths got the road, cordoned off I mean why complain? One day, we'll die anyways? I mean, to be honest If it's not on our doorsteps I can turn a blind eye" Touch on the issue with a forcep I think that's alright