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kid wcked & deadpantv - never prospered كلمات أغنية

[part i]

[verse 1]
uhhh, aight
the wcked never prospered but f_ck it, i’m trying
am i wrong in my writing? when i’m lost, i’m advising
this the talk of a titan, i been all over the place
now talk‘ll be tightened up, cus they know what i’ll say
learn to find your peace and heal, but it could
hurt to climb the steepest hill, to get the
words of wiser people, still, i’m fit to
act up, extra sh_t in the scene
respect is lost, seeing it is few and farther between
been tryna pull this off, hoping i don’t rip at the seams
the ones i almost lost, now i’m hoping that they’re never gone
the ones i did lose haunt me, still hearing the screams
don’t speak ill of the dead, that ain’t here to defend
now i’m biking, but the streets are getting cold again
and i go to mend the focus, but i know the pen
i’m holding makes me whole, but hold it closer than i hold my friends
f_ck

[verse 2]
i wish a lot was different. i wish i missed y’all
i wish i gave a f_ck enough not to withdraw
i wish it wasn’t wishes and depression wasn’t kicking my ass
or even giving a pass to sl!ck talk
my way out of accountability
like i ain’t gotta be the one to learn to control it for my sake
been doin’ sh_t in my way, but one thing i submit to
is wishing for the issue to be rid of me
sitting in delusion, i’ve only been kidding me
why’d they look to me for guidance when i’ve been discreet?
tryna makes this sh_t a job, but it don’t pay me well
synesthesia, i smell the envy but don’t see the green
still trying to figure out what this sh_t means
time doesn’t wait, learning from the sh_t seen
been a while since 16 for my 16th
same kid, still just tryna live the big dreams
[part ii]

[interlude]
i am in both pictures
i live in both pictures, i am both pictures
past the point of suppressing myself, right?
i hope they see both pictures

[part iii]

[verse 1]
tried to end it, 2023 and 24, i told myself this year is when i break the pattern
400 days of sobriety, surprising me, in times i’ve seen it take a bad turn
17, i cut my hair, and get a cleaner slate
19, i cut it off again, and hope they see the fade
ink smearing on the page of this chapter
putting pen to pad, but i’ve been staring at this sheet for days
feel like now the only thing i give time is the music
i start to lose it, dissing friends, but here i’m improving
wickedness or weakness, i embody both
kid weak, showing you this, trying to prove it
will i ever be enough? i don’t know
it’s easy to write n_ggas off, but it’s morse code
how i tap in on these lines to get my point across
til the final flatline, just hoping the story is told
[verse 2]
the wcked never prospered, and maybe i never will
i ain’t even tripping on digits or record deals
i don’t write this sh_t so y’all’ll feel sorry for me
i’m past that, told y’all, this sh_t is how i heal
it’s tragic. and making music is magic
but making moves’ll be havoc, and telling the truth
i ain’t had it together for longer than i thought, wcked been static
everything is everything, it always comes back to the rapping
made a point to branch out, but apples never fall far
watching battle rap, and it showed me i need to ball hard
pull from my life and my people for inspiration
they’re my backbone, keep me straight when i fall hard

[verse 3]
but it’s all sloth, i’m the one who ain’t doing enough
when i go and put the work in, i get the stupidest luck
this land is yours and it’s mine, but it’s a h_llscape
ducking all the smiles, i stare at them with a stale face
modern ren_ pulling from the past for what’ll be next
i learn to be full in what i’ve mastered, study the pen
plays made, tryna save face, had to run it again
don’t know if it’s storms or weed, but clouds above my head
i’ve been telling lies; everything is what i dread
does it matter if i’m only a legend after i’m dead?
ain’t n0body gon care then, you don’t have to pretend
n0body mourns the wcked, and the wcked won’t be mourning them
[outro: woody guthrie, interviewer]
and, did you start to say something?
yea, didn’t the preachers have anything to say about all this
i believe you sand a sound about that the other day, will you..
yea, i sung one that one day at about_ it’s kinda one of my own making, though, it’s uhh…
“so long, it’s been good to know ya”

- kid wcked deadpantv

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