The Nothingness
Beautiful eyes and mind of a girl blooms
Infatuated with brothers that only leave the room
They pop up on occasion like it's an obligation
They never locked a connection so now she always waiting
At the white door
Sunrays ignite floors
Monday's and night wars
One play ight no more
I'll be on my way reflecting
Checking every session eternally resurrecting
I came from the miry mud like the anointed
I ducked those firing slugs
Trigger fingers double jointed
Pointed out the victims in the rubble
Carried 'em on my back
And lacerated their struggles
Affidavit attached
Goliath memory lapsed
The chemistry's black magic
And sentence is 3 stacks
Facts
How many numbers is that
Enough to see ya baby grow up it's bad
You gotta face it
Before ya left face first chilling in the dirt after working all ya life can't waste it
Beautiful eyes and mind of a boy blooms
Infatuated with brothers that only leave the room
They pop up on occasion like its an obligation
They Never locked a connection so now he always waiting
In a high chair
They leave 'em right there
Fight tears cause they understand what it's like here
This ain't really how it's posed to be
Grama laying by the bed with the rosaries
The Nothingness
Infatuated with brothers that only leave the room
They pop up on occasion like it's an obligation
They never locked a connection so now she always waiting
At the white door
Sunrays ignite floors
Monday's and night wars
One play ight no more
I'll be on my way reflecting
Checking every session eternally resurrecting
I came from the miry mud like the anointed
I ducked those firing slugs
Trigger fingers double jointed
Pointed out the victims in the rubble
Carried 'em on my back
And lacerated their struggles
Affidavit attached
Goliath memory lapsed
The chemistry's black magic
And sentence is 3 stacks
Facts
How many numbers is that
Enough to see ya baby grow up it's bad
You gotta face it
Before ya left face first chilling in the dirt after working all ya life can't waste it
Beautiful eyes and mind of a boy blooms
Infatuated with brothers that only leave the room
They pop up on occasion like its an obligation
They Never locked a connection so now he always waiting
In a high chair
They leave 'em right there
Fight tears cause they understand what it's like here
This ain't really how it's posed to be
Grama laying by the bed with the rosaries
The Nothingness
Credits
Writer(s): Dalaun Andrade
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