Write(ous) Men [feat. RyAnne]
The deviation between temptation
And the things that you actually want
Is a fine line
A line with many curves
Oh what a body
Now why does it have your soul
You let it all in and now
Now they got yo bones
Who decides
Between right and wrong
And what we all do
As a unit
Unite or divide
I see why they say ignorance is bliss
Cause in a sense my innocence protected my inner sense
I'm still fighting neglecting my inner kid
I'm still surviving
Reflecting, Im in a crib
I'm grabbing hold to the wall
I'm grabbing hold to my thoughts
I feel special inside
But when I yell it I'm wrong
My flesh the one crying
Soul singing the songs
My past breathing down my neck and shit
The same way I'm on my dreams ass
Boy watch me catch this bitch
I'm grabbing her by the fucking throat
Won't let her go till her eyes poke
Serial killin to hear the cheers & the Oh's
I'm neck deep in this shit
Chin down to my toes
If you knock me off this high
I won't take the high road
I remember niggas scoffing when I said this shit
Time passed now they passing sticks
Won't let it pass if I'm mad and shit, yeah
A mad man tryna hit a lick
Mad man tryna hit a lick
Let that shit go, uh
I can feel it in my bones
I can feel it in my body, body
I can feel it in my bones
I can feel it in my body, body
Feel it in my bones
Feel it in my body
Feel it in my body
Body bones bones bones
I said lord protect the righteous men
The slept on
The Itis in
The people who blind leading
Eating off the whitest hands
Forgive niggas who ask about stripper bitches
Fall in love with em
Then go and make a song just to belittle them, shit
The times scary for them and them
The game don't play nice gentleman
Crazy when some of the greatest black rappers
Rank below the fast mad rappers named Em., shit
Guard my sentiments
No back and forth
Thats still between them and them
We not at Wimbledon
Slandered opinions
Sometimes I'm trapped in my indifference
So I harbor my plenty cents
Is it right if its coming from a righteous pen
Im just a mad man tryna hit a lick
I can feel it in my bones
I can feel it in my body, body
I can feel it in my bones
I can feel it in my body, body
Feel it in my bones
Feel it in my body
I'm grabbing hold to the wall
Im grabbing hold to my thoughts
I feel special inside
But when I yell it I'm wrong
My flesh the one crying
Soul singing the songs
Won't let her go till her eyes poke
I'm neck deep in this shit
Chin down to my toes
If you knock me off my high
I won't take the high road
And the things that you actually want
Is a fine line
A line with many curves
Oh what a body
Now why does it have your soul
You let it all in and now
Now they got yo bones
Who decides
Between right and wrong
And what we all do
As a unit
Unite or divide
I see why they say ignorance is bliss
Cause in a sense my innocence protected my inner sense
I'm still fighting neglecting my inner kid
I'm still surviving
Reflecting, Im in a crib
I'm grabbing hold to the wall
I'm grabbing hold to my thoughts
I feel special inside
But when I yell it I'm wrong
My flesh the one crying
Soul singing the songs
My past breathing down my neck and shit
The same way I'm on my dreams ass
Boy watch me catch this bitch
I'm grabbing her by the fucking throat
Won't let her go till her eyes poke
Serial killin to hear the cheers & the Oh's
I'm neck deep in this shit
Chin down to my toes
If you knock me off this high
I won't take the high road
I remember niggas scoffing when I said this shit
Time passed now they passing sticks
Won't let it pass if I'm mad and shit, yeah
A mad man tryna hit a lick
Mad man tryna hit a lick
Let that shit go, uh
I can feel it in my bones
I can feel it in my body, body
I can feel it in my bones
I can feel it in my body, body
Feel it in my bones
Feel it in my body
Feel it in my body
Body bones bones bones
I said lord protect the righteous men
The slept on
The Itis in
The people who blind leading
Eating off the whitest hands
Forgive niggas who ask about stripper bitches
Fall in love with em
Then go and make a song just to belittle them, shit
The times scary for them and them
The game don't play nice gentleman
Crazy when some of the greatest black rappers
Rank below the fast mad rappers named Em., shit
Guard my sentiments
No back and forth
Thats still between them and them
We not at Wimbledon
Slandered opinions
Sometimes I'm trapped in my indifference
So I harbor my plenty cents
Is it right if its coming from a righteous pen
Im just a mad man tryna hit a lick
I can feel it in my bones
I can feel it in my body, body
I can feel it in my bones
I can feel it in my body, body
Feel it in my bones
Feel it in my body
I'm grabbing hold to the wall
Im grabbing hold to my thoughts
I feel special inside
But when I yell it I'm wrong
My flesh the one crying
Soul singing the songs
Won't let her go till her eyes poke
I'm neck deep in this shit
Chin down to my toes
If you knock me off my high
I won't take the high road
Credits
Writer(s): Ronta Clark
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