Someday

Civilian blood get a civil man caught red handed
In the bricks of murder island chase holy water with Brandy
Man be passing on like the traffic of our travels
Eight violins sing to the sound of cracking gravel
Taken from the earth before the stains washed away by raining

Screams that echo like shots from an A.K
Delivered by a blind man
A sign of the time span my name is written on the palms of God's divine hands
Like a holy novel jump from a bottle of verse

Survive my lines like a coke addict with a straw in the church
You hear my life in my voice, silent screams in my search
Rhyming diamond mines, the word of our time spins like rifles
Hang glide on blocks put it up like the disciples

Outside of headshots but that's just how my life goes
Outline the pipes glow make sure the barrel shines
Where most niggas stay quiet like the murder of Moms
When my Granddad died I felt a little less alive
Like life was just a movie downloaded to my eyes

That's why I'm on some broken down oldsmobile hood shit
You stand around, reminisce, you smoke good you spit
From noose to gun clips train tracks to gray smack pocket stakes crack
Heart lash like Harry is back staring back
Like my reflection off a snub nose looking at life through a gun scope
I slide 'em through the slum slopes, hold up, (yeah)

The residue of cocaine powders my pool stick
Close shaving with no vic, I'm shaving off Opiates
Can't find who's bitching, can't read my vows
But I can do a sentence without flinching

I tread on dirt and sand observing dead reflections
Infected thoughts, hope of lightning bolts connecting
Travel through my vessel like Pop Harpoon missiles
Whistle like an organs epistle grieving apostles
Honor was absent on arrival D.O.A follow novels
A living except our scripts ain't washed away

On Hastings from hostile fire hole spray
Scenes inside syringes this winter killed all witnesses
Physical imprisonment only rekindled my fury
Blurry mirrors echo silent screams inside my 40 winks
During sunshine I verbalize our 40 acres
A grave and shake Clinks only reply crowds, spirituals, my homicides eventual
Daily departure maybe Donnie's way was sharper

I got season though I thieved the arrows from the archer
And heave a breath of trust in the chest of the father
When Tyler died, I cried and felt less alive
Inside I blamed myself helpless what was destined
That's why I'm on some dreams dead end jobless hood shit
You stand around, recollect you smoke good you spit

Life clotted my vessels, revealing where he rested
Invested with the best 'cause God, He always get them
Until then, I'm with him and every hood victim
Chitlin circuit slaloms fabulous within them
System silent follow wisdom

Someday there'll be a time for us

I am, I just
I've had this feeling for a long time
And it's like I'm standing outside myself
Watching me do things, I don't want to do
You know, just seeing me like I'm somebody else
But never, ever being able to stop the show
I'm tired