The Ballad of Black (Or End Scene)

Running through the streets like Michael
Running through the streets no jumper
Running through the streets like maniac
Nigga better run for they jump you
Shuffle through the vision of your minds eye
Parallel images around you
Standing in the dark where they found you
Peeling you apart they surround you
No escape trapped by closed gate
Might as well label it a cold case
Claws dig deep into your face
Demons getting greedy taking more space
Niggas didn't feel shit in the first place
Now you come faced with your own fate
Meet the architect of your own pain
You in front of you shot at close range

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Black Juju
Tryna steer the ship through the stars like I'm Sulu
Feeling like a mission to mars
You do everything just to keep us apart
But keep sending me beacons of light from afar
Is there life on this planet?
Can I plant a seed in the sand?
Watch the waves wash up on shore
Sink into your pores and sprout rivers with my slight of hand
One on the wheel
Wait
Jesus come take it
I can't take no more of these feels
I can't distinguish a fantasy script in my hand
Sees me fuck on you just for a thrill
Netflix and Chill
None of This is Real
You're going in for the kill
To rekindle a vision
A peak through a window that sealed
I'm in a glass case of emotion
Museum Open
(Please no pictures)
Scott took on the whole world for his girl
So I can't do no less cause my world is a girl
And her heart is a pearl that I wanna protect
Rub on your thigh when it's leaky
I dreamt of a genie when I wished upon you
Then little boy blue played the cat with tune
Then the cow jumped over the moon to you
I'ma come through when your tears run blue
Niggas cry red when they see the rain
And all the lights go off when you feel the pain
Niggas go soft when they hit the strain
When they hit the strain
Weed take over, you not the same

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Who am I to be me
Who am I to seek peace
I been chasing cold feet
Running from my own dreams
Stumble over too weak
All I hear is toes creep
I been scared so much
I don't even know sleep
That's prolly why I'm still sleep
That's prolly why I still drink
The heart and mind are in sync
The soul tryna escape
I know shit is too bleak
I rather not even speak
I try my best to not think
I know you think that I'ma freak
I know you think I'm too weird
I know you think I'm too sweet
I don't know I just think
Is it really in my head?
Is it really just me?
All I do is fucking fall
All I do is act like I don't need friendship at all
I can't even make a call
Maybe I'm the one who pushes away from it all
Claim I love you more than me
But you walk halfway down the road and I won't even meet
Bury myself in the sand
I can't look into the eyes of this love that I speak
Of...
I gotta earn
I gotta break the walls I built in my head and I gotta learn
If you want the happiness that you seek then you gotta yearn
And fight for it till the demons give up and they start to burn
Cause it's my world
And it's your world
It's only real if we make it real
It only hurts cause we hate to feel
So let it break
And then rebuild
Cause you can't heal if you can't reveal
It's only real when you make it real