No Breath
Where down the line do I put my disguise away
Fear for my life do I think of a brighter day
Jesus wept a couple of niggas slept
While the world sits in fire while the market stays in debt
Know niggas who from the city and made to hustle twenty
Before in Santa's chimney my pockets was hella skinny
Can figure the other motive while driving in locomotive the color was so attractive the feeling is so outspoken
For pain to weigh eyes for rain in rain clouds
My main my main pride kept sane in same doubts
For four for four seasons I ran and killed demons
And prayed for more knowledge the strain just wont leave me
My dawg exonerated and thrown in complications of being a hood nigga the judge put 10 cases
Was back to more problems my brother he kept the carbon
To lay off more peasants and see what's life talking
Before another person come and fuck up my life I was shift sticking niggas while I'm shucking and jiving
Had lotta lotta money that was stuck in my wallet
Had to hit the store daily I was cooking the collards
Used to fuck hella bitches that was going to wofford
And maybe go to law school somewhere thinking bout harvard
My jolly ass thought of ... but maybe that is not for me
Maybe I'm the pear sitting steady on the apple tree
Fuck fitting in it too worried but the future
I'm teaching all these niggas odd Que future tutor
Fear for my life do I think of a brighter day
Jesus wept a couple of niggas slept
While the world sits in fire while the market stays in debt
Know niggas who from the city and made to hustle twenty
Before in Santa's chimney my pockets was hella skinny
Can figure the other motive while driving in locomotive the color was so attractive the feeling is so outspoken
For pain to weigh eyes for rain in rain clouds
My main my main pride kept sane in same doubts
For four for four seasons I ran and killed demons
And prayed for more knowledge the strain just wont leave me
My dawg exonerated and thrown in complications of being a hood nigga the judge put 10 cases
Was back to more problems my brother he kept the carbon
To lay off more peasants and see what's life talking
Before another person come and fuck up my life I was shift sticking niggas while I'm shucking and jiving
Had lotta lotta money that was stuck in my wallet
Had to hit the store daily I was cooking the collards
Used to fuck hella bitches that was going to wofford
And maybe go to law school somewhere thinking bout harvard
My jolly ass thought of ... but maybe that is not for me
Maybe I'm the pear sitting steady on the apple tree
Fuck fitting in it too worried but the future
I'm teaching all these niggas odd Que future tutor
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Writer(s): Quincy Oglesby
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