NILE OF EMOTION (GIFT OF GAB)

I'm pissed poor, life is a bitch making my dick soft
Pissed off, in the abyss shit the bliss gone

Aunties hubby been cheating fucking a sick broad
Call me when she ready to dump the Clip in the grip draw

The powers hacking my nervous System, I'm trapped inside this urban prison
Lacking sense of self but yet I'm yearning wisdom

I live with Carbon copies In love with lust, guns, and paparazzi
My mind is on Gandhi cops lock the body

I Probably, Be gone by November, Sworn to my sister, Lately I'm torn and I miss her

I form in the wintertime, moving like them Niggas in the pentagon,
Blind side hard to even pin a crime
You victimize, defending mine I'm Ill advised I became selfish could give a fuck if you need a dime

Black Sun Tzu, my truth on wax, a lot of niggas cooped in booths but you can't rap
Listen

Made a deal with Antichrist, so niggas can't double cross me
I sleep with a wigi, the devil haunts me
My soul bought me, few pounds dope and a Barbie
A twisted mind like my dearest auntie
Fuck

I'm doing bad, my court bill running a bigger tab
Only gas filling up my car is out my ass
I pray at last that I soon find solace, on this crooked path, Gift of Gab now violent

Time heals all what they say bout the wounds, As time builds on it like I'm breaking at the roots
My foundation fucked up, the reaper in my room
And I've been having premonitions lying in my tomb
What the fuck nigga black sun tzu