Bloodshed
Yeah yeah like a rainy cloud
Pour rain on me
Blood stains on my shoulders
Blood blood blood blood
Stains on my shoulders
Black black mustang riding out like horses
I grow my own fuckin soldiers
I grow my own fuckin soldiers
Yeah like a walk in the a park
Easy to say shit not easy to do it
Evil bitches want me down
They crooked
Yeah they call me reaper
The soul gate keeper
My mind is a dark figure
If u look deeper
I seen to much creepers
Just creeping on you
Just for a few cents
Had a few gents
That died
So you better know these streets are cold
No one where's gold
Its either stolen or sold
See people got fake personalities
They don't got the ability to do their responsibilities
People get brain washed they think the time is gonna freeze
Cold wind blows
They use drugs as their breeze
Now everybody are stuck with the disease
Now they ask GOD for help
But forgot to say please
Yeah yeah like a rainy cloud
Pour rain on me
Blood stains on my shoulders
Blood blood blood blood
Stains on my shoulders
Black black mustang riding out like horses
I grow my own fuckin soldiers
I grow my own fuckin soldiers
Swear to GOD that you death and blind
Swear that your head does not carry your mind
I hope that you into this song
And find your inner self
And make peace with yourself
I did that when i was 12
I hope that you find what you need
To be a better you
Not to over greed
Hope that this seed
That i plant gives you
What you need to feed
Not to kill
But to break ya enemies
To make them feel
How you felt
Not to stamp or shoot
But hit them with a fuckin belt
I'm proud of who i am
I'm a king with no crown
But still i make my fuckin sound
Make my noise
Make sure they hurt my voice
Make them feel like they have no choice
I eat these rappers till they full my void
Pour rain on me
Blood stains on my shoulders
Blood blood blood blood
Stains on my shoulders
Black black mustang riding out like horses
I grow my own fuckin soldiers
I grow my own fuckin soldiers
Yeah like a walk in the a park
Easy to say shit not easy to do it
Evil bitches want me down
They crooked
Yeah they call me reaper
The soul gate keeper
My mind is a dark figure
If u look deeper
I seen to much creepers
Just creeping on you
Just for a few cents
Had a few gents
That died
So you better know these streets are cold
No one where's gold
Its either stolen or sold
See people got fake personalities
They don't got the ability to do their responsibilities
People get brain washed they think the time is gonna freeze
Cold wind blows
They use drugs as their breeze
Now everybody are stuck with the disease
Now they ask GOD for help
But forgot to say please
Yeah yeah like a rainy cloud
Pour rain on me
Blood stains on my shoulders
Blood blood blood blood
Stains on my shoulders
Black black mustang riding out like horses
I grow my own fuckin soldiers
I grow my own fuckin soldiers
Swear to GOD that you death and blind
Swear that your head does not carry your mind
I hope that you into this song
And find your inner self
And make peace with yourself
I did that when i was 12
I hope that you find what you need
To be a better you
Not to over greed
Hope that this seed
That i plant gives you
What you need to feed
Not to kill
But to break ya enemies
To make them feel
How you felt
Not to stamp or shoot
But hit them with a fuckin belt
I'm proud of who i am
I'm a king with no crown
But still i make my fuckin sound
Make my noise
Make sure they hurt my voice
Make them feel like they have no choice
I eat these rappers till they full my void
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Muller
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