Blood Of Anthony

Da blood of anthony pour through the pen to the sheets
Death close, keys to the chariot rest in the cloak
Rose from the trenches, his clothes smell of wretchedness
On edge from bloodshed, foes thinkin that he sensitive
Calm demeanor palm the heater it's not registered
Felony facin when bellies is achin from hunger
Melanin cases starvation the sins from his father
Recidivism, criticism they make him a monster
Benefit em what don't kill em is makin him stronger
Smoking kill, eat his kill, his days getting longer
Live wit scars while the soldiers be inkin they arms up
Palms up peace underneath they wanna harm him
Pay no mind get in line it's bigger fish to fry
Bigger cribs to buy, kid, bigger whips to drive
Kee a wishful eye, he thought, get ya chips n ride
They said world is yours, he thought, and chose to live it live

Wash the blood up off me
Wash the blood up off my hands

Counting the days smoke mountains of Haze
Seeing police up ahead he re-routing his Waze
Searching for the fountain of youth and found the fountain of fame
Claimed land in Jamestown, pain allowed him to change
A lot on his brain from bearing all the weight from the game
Heavy is the gold crown that weigh on the king
4 pound, cold iron, when it blaze itll sting
Which way will u win? most die chasin the wind
Had his fill of good n evil, nothin amaze him again
Seen life turn to death and the fakeness of friends
Maintaining his lens caught a red eye like cyclops
Switch time zones makin plays from the skybox
2 men beefin one walkin the 9 cocked
one ran fast, in his back he got 9 shots
Somehow someway some feelings never will change
On his last leg he broke down and started to pray

Wash the blood up