No Friendly Fire (N.F.F)

Its bout 3 o'clock in the morning, the lock turns
Pain fear and anger boiling over her heart burns
Another round and it's too late to throw in the towel
Tonight it's goin down she'll risk it all protecting her child, he's home and on the prowl
Silent thoughts about the man who she had loved, the way this wicked world done just Contorted his spirit
You don't wanna get near it, hiding children all fear it
She pleas for mercy cries for help but he just don't wanna hear it
Slammed doors broken glass and a foot in the ass
A broken home's what he left behind, a volatile path
It's a vicious cycle, its almost bound to continue
Thats when you ask yourself if were me just what would I do
Take a moment, think on it, we'll be back in a second
Time's up what's the answer could you handle it better
Single mom raising two baby boys she got her weight up, that dirt you did gone come to An end you gotta pay up
You gotta pay up

Oh no, trauma's got you losing ya marbles
Baby boy it ain't no shame in those tears
You fighting evils from the spirit realm, you lose it then we all damned aww man keep Your focus stick to the plan
So composed under pressure moon walking over quick sand
Daddy wasn't home, stepped up boy now you the man
Learn the ways, make the plays grow everyday
Keep it focused on the bigger picture, grow every day
Role model or not, you learn to keep it on lock
Got some people counting on you boy you're all that they've got
Gotta take ya best shot, learn to keep it on lock
Don't let these demons bend your spirit into something it's not for real

What if I told you that I spit from my soul, a story untold
Closed off, heart been on froze, mind on auto
No friendly Fire that's been the motto and I'm on go, self inflicted, the verdict pain Aficionado
Say you love me but you don't see the dream, I'll elaborate
It's much bigger than what's on the screen
Don't try and validate, your hate and patronizing cause you ain't from my world
Suffocating dreams of baby boys and our girls
I compel in a cappella when I cut out the beat, realest out and I ain't ever claim to be From the street
First glance at my hoodie and the top of my head, skip the verdict and the jury, pump Him up with some lead
Role model or not, I gotta keep it on lock
Got some people counting on me and I'm all that they've got
Gotta take my best shot, learn to keep it on lock
Can't let these demons bend my spirit into something it's not for real



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Writer(s): Jeremiah Solomon
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