Shadows and Victories

[Hook: Jeremiah Jae] All I see is red, these lights around me Hunger in her eyes, these nights she can't breathe Blowin' back every night, tryin' to find her light Tryin' to find her light All I see is red, these lights around me Hunger in her eyes, these nights she can't see [Bridge: Jeremiah Jae] All I see is red, these lights around me All I see is red, these lights around me [Verse 1: Jeremiah Jae] Boy, she like to pour her soul in it Like them girls out to party in the world Sip Bacardi from another dude's top Probably screw to prove a point, too That he wasn't lyin', assumin' get you nowhere fast Relationship need a deep fast Or maybe just some off, you're convinced you're in the rough Brought up super tough like his nickname was Rocky Callin' dude's bluff, didn't know he had a shotty This a new era, interview better Eat the food that's connected to your conscious She don't need a doctor, she really need a shaman But they ain't there In the hoods, we was brought up Black coffins filled with black prophets The history a cycle many of us just caught in Just a spark, keep it movin' like the stock car Yo, I'm tooken from the back of the yard Maintainin' while they tryin' to lock jaws Shut your voice up But disconnect it to the same train, Hara and Kari'ing Field nigga anthem, field nigga anthem [Hook] All I see is red, these lights around me Hunger in her eyes, these nights she can't breathe Blowin' back every night, tryin' to find her light Tryin' to find her light All I see is red, these lights around me Hunger in her eyes, these nights she can't see [Verse 2: Busdriver] Can't, yeah To me I ain't shit, but to them I'm an O.G To me I ain't shit, but to them I'm an O.G Smoke a whole O.C. in tiki huts, a freaky dunce Who used to do-si-do with no three Eating brunch from a TV's cunt Now I throw jabs with a clutched blade and download no upgrades Cause my niggas' lives homogenized to drug trade You ain't cage-free, stop actin' like they waved the fee Like drugs were the change that you were made to be Niggas bleeding on the soggy paper plates meant they acryllic for My idyllic rage face The enslaved race from the 1800's are tasting Trump sticks While they're administrating thumb pricks Blac bloc, shamanous air I spray the attack dog with phosphorous flares But do I know how to kill anymore? Should I defrost crosshairs? And aim right at the ten stars then [k?]nights of the templar then turn up Act like we revised the benchmarks, but we didn't reach limits Wanna call your ego-baiting altruistic, alter Twit-pics of Selfies to musicians, and bump piglets to redundant visits And add salt, lemons, to look up at these real niggas when they walk the stage, but they'd Shun them and they done them And when the song's ending so Sunny disp like it's pre-med Even on batshit and at risk and I can only see red [Hook: Jeremiah Jae] All I see is red, these lights around me Hunger in her eyes, these nights she can't breathe Blowin' back every night, tryin' to find her light Tryin' to find her light All I see is red, these lights around me Hunger in her eyes, these nights she can't see