Speakeasy

So many sessions Spent ripping them alive So many weapons I've been itching to try Too many suggestions objections and testing When I'm dope sick fly And I'm not guessing I know it I'm the best at my life I'm an ex to some thighs They got a nest to get what's next I swear the chested is sly Protect your neck and bring a tech If you know what's good for you right Don't got to be booked to know I'm good But that's not keeping the lights lit I feel worse off than a side chick In a field no corn but some frightening Eye tricks I know I'm sick But no nitro sticks I can't blow off this music grind So many question filling up And polluting my mind like Will I get through it in time How many days am I gonna be stuck in this hell hole How many days wondering will I be well enough How many bumps am I gonna get from their elbows How many tapes I'll make Before something bubbles up How many ways can I lay it on the paper Before the wide view gets a taper How many lives gotta end Before I see the fruit of my labor How many lies get defended Before I find my route to the savior Before I climb the roof of the station Before I stain the pavement Before I do I say I love you And don't lose the greatness Doing is contagious You gotta stay tenacious But it's hard when they're ostentatious and racist They want a free ride They all hide behind the matrix And all their tries are basic And yet tasteless But if it's one soldier armed Against a million men with no arms Eventually the soldier goes and makes his faux pa And then he's ageless You'll never know the things We've been through with these lames Running in reverse rehearsals over meet your fate. The very news of you left some tears in my mattress seams And I hate that I'm actually Stuck in this crap game, without you backing me But I'll let it pile up Cause you the one who held me down for nothing Got all my brothers with us accept a couple And that's the struggle Tryna keep ourselves from trouble But it always finds us Some of us are blinded By the shiny lights and diamonds They want recognition for making it this far Praise them for not dying No I've been taking losses and crying out premonitions I have visions extensions of my reality And they always happen And they never listen Now we can never fix it Just gotta keep living How can we forgive And still hold on to our pride How can we cry together How do we know when love has truly subsided How do I get time back My most valuable prize How do we lie Consumption of any drug we can find But I ain't die yet. So who's going to die next Man it's always something It's always someone you don't expect I'd like to end my life with no regrets So I'll always say what needs to be said And I flip regret to a check And messages For y'all to hear and perceive instead That's what get me out the bed Every morning when I'm mourning grief I can't keep it in I need kief In the bong to get me high again. So I can forget for a minute And Speakeasy Me and Tree getting deep And working on letting out all our inner demons Every line within reason And has more meaning Than you could ever imagine We're making it happen We're some passionate craftsmen Go head and track the progress You can find us making art in the park right where we started Through all the nonsense we keep it marching