Kiss the Sun

My bird was so early I was with the wolves howling at moon
Pray I die a king like pharaohs in the tomb
I sing and hope words balance out the wounds
Common scene to see dreams turn fiends Pisa leaned tower off the spoon
These our standard cries for help
Lose your purpose in sins just to find yourself
Tryna make my sons shine
Give em what horizons felt
Get it from all sides like sedans
Potato on the barrel to small fry all they plans
They can all die where they stand
Tryna apartheid on my land
The devil be working hard but the job tied to my hands
Do away with errors and gift all of my living weakened
By they terrors and give a lift from these wicked leeches
Astaghfirullah for complaints on my fickel reasons
If niggas feel penny-pinching that's when they get to the nickel-squeezing
The key mission is opportunity,
Whatever my portion know in your heart thats you and me
I share my labor then consume the fruit
The safety broke; my shooters shoot
We not the same; my team got rings, you was more Zoboomafoo
Uh, Pretty hard to trace a nigga likeness
While they study fool's gold I outpaced Mr. Midas
My ground based in enlightenment
And torment
Textbook example of soft ass making hard head
Life beat it's meaning into me til its palms bled
To know yourself, it begins where it all ends

Baptized by fire, We was showered in hell
But the hands must be anointed cuz we won what they dealt
I been on point since the Celtics with Delk
Kiss the sun so I could em its real

Baptized by fire, We was showered in hell
But the hands must be anointed cuz we won what they dealt
I been on point since the Celtics with Delk
Kiss the sun so I could em its real



Credits
Writer(s): Kadeem Mcintosh
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