Empty Shells
I'm always woke when the others asleep
They sheepish so they follow the code, weakness
Call me Palmer the bold
Always lookin' like cops when they on patrol
I ain't God sent, I'm not perfect, but that don't mean I can't make every shot worth it
Click click click, if it's not working
The lyrical rap surgeon, bit of a bad person but never lack words
If one thing is for certain
Critics'll get a critical dose, they rate donda the worst
Off of what they think of kanye and not what they heard
Never fail to see genius at work
You live a fantasy where you'll see the demons'll lurk
Another nigga failing is a another casuality
But welcome to reality, our freedom we are free to assert
I'm not a leader at work, I just speak and observe
They try to bury me and I'll just eat through the dirt
But I make the earth shake 'til you niggas feel the return
Of the greatest
Our mind's nothing but some empty shells
Held captive living in a prison cell
I toss my problems in a wishing well thinking that would wish me well
Y'all living tales that really isn't real
Yeah, I call this God given, against the wall? Yall trippin'
I'm balancin' bars and artism, more sharp hitting than shards splittin'
I'm far gifted than these other niggas
Don't matter how many scars given
Rap is a disease, I got large symptoms
I'm hopping over tall buildings for the spot listen
A villain at war, witness a king to y'all children
That finishing spark that gets lit in the dark
You're more far from home than niggas living under park benches
I don't quit 'til im hitting the mark I give it my all 'til what I'm spitting is hard
So what you're seeing is art, really just spills from the heart
As long as I am the kid of my father I'll miss him now that the distance is far
Everything that we did just to get to this mark, I will always remember
Listen to the sound of that lonely September
This is my lonesome to weather we're divided but divided together
I see where I've come from, I don't think I'll ever forget it
I thank you all for the memories they're in the back of my heading
Things that I've lived to regret'em I just figured thats worth to mention
This isn't the ending if you haven't got the message
You wanted my two cents so let me get'em
In life you got choices and when you choosing choose the better
So till the end of my progression I'm forever the definition of what an empty shell is
Our mind's nothing but some empty shells
Held captive living in a prison cell
I toss my problems in a wishing well thinking that would wish me well
Y'all living tales that really isn't real
They sheepish so they follow the code, weakness
Call me Palmer the bold
Always lookin' like cops when they on patrol
I ain't God sent, I'm not perfect, but that don't mean I can't make every shot worth it
Click click click, if it's not working
The lyrical rap surgeon, bit of a bad person but never lack words
If one thing is for certain
Critics'll get a critical dose, they rate donda the worst
Off of what they think of kanye and not what they heard
Never fail to see genius at work
You live a fantasy where you'll see the demons'll lurk
Another nigga failing is a another casuality
But welcome to reality, our freedom we are free to assert
I'm not a leader at work, I just speak and observe
They try to bury me and I'll just eat through the dirt
But I make the earth shake 'til you niggas feel the return
Of the greatest
Our mind's nothing but some empty shells
Held captive living in a prison cell
I toss my problems in a wishing well thinking that would wish me well
Y'all living tales that really isn't real
Yeah, I call this God given, against the wall? Yall trippin'
I'm balancin' bars and artism, more sharp hitting than shards splittin'
I'm far gifted than these other niggas
Don't matter how many scars given
Rap is a disease, I got large symptoms
I'm hopping over tall buildings for the spot listen
A villain at war, witness a king to y'all children
That finishing spark that gets lit in the dark
You're more far from home than niggas living under park benches
I don't quit 'til im hitting the mark I give it my all 'til what I'm spitting is hard
So what you're seeing is art, really just spills from the heart
As long as I am the kid of my father I'll miss him now that the distance is far
Everything that we did just to get to this mark, I will always remember
Listen to the sound of that lonely September
This is my lonesome to weather we're divided but divided together
I see where I've come from, I don't think I'll ever forget it
I thank you all for the memories they're in the back of my heading
Things that I've lived to regret'em I just figured thats worth to mention
This isn't the ending if you haven't got the message
You wanted my two cents so let me get'em
In life you got choices and when you choosing choose the better
So till the end of my progression I'm forever the definition of what an empty shell is
Our mind's nothing but some empty shells
Held captive living in a prison cell
I toss my problems in a wishing well thinking that would wish me well
Y'all living tales that really isn't real
Credits
Writer(s): Kamron Palmer
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