SCATTERED THOUGHTS (feat. DJ FIYAA)

Political
Hood politics obituaries
Retirement incarceration and cemeteries
My scattered thoughts
My scattered thoughts
My scattered thoughts
My scattered thoughts

Gods child with a odd style
They never understood
Searching for success but all you know is to keep it hood
In the mix with demons and they don't want you to do good
Knowing me and mines one of us gripped up
Wish somebody would
If you ain't had to eat with roaches
You ain't my kind
Started off with big dimes and wasn't trying to shine
I ain't never did this for the lime
Any block cought my attention it was mine
Hell bound heavenly visions
I don't see competition every 20 minutes weed intermissions
Playing the pavement for pension
My popularity with no mentions how we live it we get it
New school shooters hood politicians the hood hot
Big shots take intermissions
Mediocre tension everybody opposition altered decisions
Just too hot headed to listen
The misfortune of the fortunate
Make a fortune off the unfortunate
Epidemics make us the cause of it
Then we glorified the floors of this
Sinner sins run deep better bitter than sweet
Try not to shit were you lay and still sleep with your Heat
Obsolete them And never us
Waist deep Praying the world don't weather us
Hard times made we a better us
Could of swore you said it all And probably ain't said enuf
Bottled thoughts thicker than mud we catching up
If a fuck nigga claiming he something reference a must
With the shits anything to live it up
Amf foots in they necks no letting up
Against all odds we stand tall
Can't say certain shit for the fact that Iam hands on

Political
Hood politics obituaries
Retirement incarceration and cemeteries
My scattered thoughts
My scattered thoughts
My scattered thoughts
My scattered thoughts



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Vinson
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