Concerns

Sometimes already feeling like Im gone All I truly knew was writing all these songs Secretly like to doing things all wrong Just to piss you off Piss you off Sometimes already feeling like Im gone All I truly knew was writing all these songs Secretly like to doing things all wrong Just to piss you off Piss you off Im pretty sure you niggas never heard of me And that’s okay with me Respect thyself Im here to bring your mind to peace You never knew until know Gave up myself to pave the road Now you spit and drop your litter That type of shit really shows Now Im gone up off the richter Scaling energy fields Distance my self at will A conscious bread that heals F*ck with me and DOC We’ll supply you with what you need Good music and bite to eat We tired of all the beef Its getting hard to chew The type of life I want is new I beat the alcohol black and blue Its abused My liver f*ck you nigga Im gone leave Unless you give me something that I need Like water Essential for the start up Build up Take a part of The motions That get us caught up Devil poking with Prada You aught to be dreaming They taught us that bleeding Is the reason that we free Annihilate your previous hate upon the world We shape the fate of boys and girls Everything you do Everything you say It matters Annihilate your previous hate upon the world We shape the fate of boys and girls Everything you do Everything you say It matters My brother yelled at me to get some damn ambition I told that nigga something inside my heart and spark is missing Infected penicillin Ain’t gone treat that High dosage permit the relapse Leave your ass straight breathing off a c-pap Instrumentals got me peaking Like the flashing lights I’m seeing 17 I was geekin fake friends Strong feelings of life And how I see it Fictitiously healin This shit ain’t right Forest green trees Sunlight peaking through Might give you the insight Whats right Includes you Go back into time Probably find me singing blues Secluded With the movement Remaining fluid You niggas staying truant Now I’m stumbling back Off the Pliny’s Imma yack In the cul-de-sac with my ninja Homie wit the Nina Hands pressed together like a preacher Afterlife Im shaking yo hand I was glad to meet ya Annihilate your previous hate upon the world We shape the fate of boys and girls Everything you do Everything you say It matters Sometimes already feeling like Im gone All I truly knew was writing all these songs Secretly like to doing things all wrong Just to piss you off Piss you off