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crimson - 1993/..culture كلمات الأغنية

*voicemail from lucas*

.. shit i wrote this all on my way tampa/ burning dutch while i’m throwing up 6’s for the camera/ hazy windows and rulers back play, while i look back, p-ssing the 5/ man i pray the lights on they car stay away from us, on this drive/ 4 of us tryna stay alive, number 9 but i think about many ways to die/ said he rose on the 3rd day.. not a surprise/ we understand, that with understanding.. become a (gawd)/ i saw magog in the capitol building, with flags raised made to unite/ up against the force of the dark, but the dark is closer to light/ they want me buried, but my gold chains and silver teeth a scar you/ get off my back, black man, from the past to haunt you/ skeleton in my closet, skeleton wants me to dance, skeleton said “confess, to relieve the process”/ did a couple of people dirty, so go and tell hannah, not to despise but forgive a person for his deserting/ said my niggas man they the greatest, i’m lying though/ the potential is there, the discipline hiding though/ …a wise man told me about some honesty/ either support from a distance, or sit aside and leave/ in the city of tally, too many men’ll say yes/ so the growth is an absent phase in a rappers quest/ posing to flex but the music ain’t even worth it/ we champion many herbs, so they spit up all of they curses/ but crim the soulja to iron perfect/ we work till the p-ssion hurt us, heard a couple artists get around me, they nervous/ but if i were to speak the truth, i’d prolly get murdered/ worth the bullet, i rather fade, fore i lie in person/ i heard that byrdz caught a bid, pray for my brothers/ the realest nighas behind bars, or get slayed in the summer/ i studied mathematics with intricate back in lab, and the sign of zag to the zig and then back is everything last/ eventually first.. down the interstate, i log in the search/ into my brain, reflecting upon valerie’s hurt/ fists to the concrete, shattered shades and torn apart pictures, god is my witness while i embark on elixirs/ and spark the bark, it’ll ease any troubled thoughts, cause the real in me really see menacing, bullets riddle me with a sawed off/ i’m suicidal, cause nowaday pressure raising abound/ every one and thing i’m around, expect me to wear to crown/ but if i were to blast the mind that you all adore, would you care the beloved king’s head fell to the floor?/ when it blesses the ground, and memories spill, would you still deal with the man?/ and maneuver about the rules when manure rise to the fan/ alas.. the trouble soul in me, solely wanna k!ll me off fast/ i’m too abusive, i’m too aggressive.. i’m
too relaxed/ my brother told me to slow it down or i’d hit a wall/.. who gives a f-ck, i’m a kid who done seen it all/ heineken bottles, papers pursue me/ i roll one up, in the vapors i say hey to new me/ what’s good, been a long time coming, ways are berserk/ re-routed ways on my turf, i’m a new being, re-birthed nigga.. (repeat this line)/ king..

*voicemail from lucas*

- crimson

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