[Intro: Ghais Guevara, Reverend Kristin Michael Hayter]
And Sinner Friend, I heard that Voice
Sweet as a bright bell
It spoke to me and said, sweet as a bright bell
Once I was as ugly as a harpy
Ah, look
Where I'm from had nothing, spent my adolescence rushing
I did damage to my cousins, I did damage to my brothers
I did damage to them girls, I did damage to my mother
If we talkin' self destruction
Well thank God I wasn't clutchin'
But shit I'm only 25
It's always sumn
Look
[Verse 1: Ghais Guevara]
I come to you so vulnerable
So I just think its paramount
To only fuck with folks that got they ego in they kill count
Benzos, ecstasy, lean, and lemonade
You seen so many faces but you love us all the same, look
I been with the scholars, I been with the tweakers
I been with the gang, I been with the geekers
Them niggas all alike when the shine gets bleaker
Terra damnata
Searchin for a land where the trees grow vast
Nectar sweeter than horchata
[Verse 2: FARO]
Coming for the top spot
All these niggas not hot
Niggas said they pulled up
I ain't see 'em pop shots
Pull up to they own block
Make them niggas pop lock
Woke up in my city I'm feeling like I'm the man now
Niggas really thought they would make it
I switch the plan now
Man down, ambulance
Cup look like Candy Land
All my niggas strapped up
More tools than the handyman
All my niggas strapped up
More tools than the Harbor Freight
Yo no se hermano
Yo quiero dinero andale
Same shit, different day
Same drugs, different pain
Washing down the trauma with soda to hide the aftertaste
You want a revolution? Well nigga c'mon and kill something
You want a revolution? Well nigga c'mon and drill something
Niggas really typing and posting
So they can feel something
Niggas out here dying for freedom
Come on and build something
That's the way they are, by nature, violent!
[Verse 3: Wahid]
And
Where the dollars green on pastures
So the shade I seek for in the field
Where the whips may crash next to my masters
So ironic that I want it, I'm a masochist
Huh, or maybe pacifist, huh
Neither, just need my family eatin' so I shall leave blood on leaves for a billy
Spirituals hang from money trees
And
You may shout treason
Stake thru my heart sharp
Brutus merked Caesar
So what that make y'all?
I'm just a mirror
Hypocrite in appearance, man
Don't you wanna ball?
No matter the optics as long as pockets long
Don't lie to me either you on speaker
Through this song
Amplify any wrongs
Me, I'm cornerstone selling Psalms off the arms of my niggas
Plus a 5th of liqs
Lips twistin' from it's sizzle
Strange fruit taste... bitter
[Chorus: Ghais Guevara]
You resisted to embolden ya status
Self-conceit reliant on virtue
Yet my resistance was passive
Didn't see the incentive of
Doing the damage
When I could tend to the wounded
Get advancements established, uh
But, violence demanded
Can't receive it with rectitude
Least I could keep it candid
It ain't greener on them grounds
But our soles were hardened by
Jives on broken glasses
[Outro]
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