Hell or Life
Paralyzed when staring in the mirror
The pupils of God
Shit I'm living full circle I'm reeling a rod
My life be a helluva song
Some days I don't pick up the phone
Trying to piece together shit that's corrupting my dome
How the fuck you dance in Heaven but dancing alone
Are the answers from the smoke that escape from the cone
Could you leave the world ya light when you dead and you gone
Pick up when I'm calling you home
Fuck round and feel like I'm God in this shit
Fuck round and fye up my light in this bitch
Question the reason I'm feeling this shit
Fuck round and give you my sight through this shit
Fuck round and maybe just die from this shit
Fuck round and step into him in this bitch
Fuck round and feel like I'm God in this shit
Fuck round and fye up my light in this bitch
Question the reason I'm feeling this shit
Fuck round and give you my sight through this shit
Fuck round and maybe just die from this shit
Fuck round and step into him in this bitch
If the purpose lie in spoken word
Repercussions lie in action
Making walking verbs
Say the pressure turn a mind of gold into a nerve
I'm seeing death before my eyes
But is it all absurd
I made a Heaven in Hell
But its locked in this shell
Why they tell us that we bound to parish
Or rot in a jail
Play with scales
Clips and shells
Shit nutritious eating on ya bitch
You see the cards we all are dealt with in this game of Hell
But shit
I think that shit placebo for the broken soul
Fondling with ego make a broken soul
Take a nigga heart if we stand toe to toe
Shit
Gladiator spirit running through the globe
Shit
Fighting for my heart and not a digit
Forget it
Tryna bend a spirit that is rigid
If God ain't true
Well how the fuck you feel this shit
Bitch
Fuck round and feel like I'm God in this shit
Fuck round and fye up my light in this bitch
Question the reason I'm feeling this shit
Fuck round and give you my sight through this shit
Fuck round and maybe just die from this shit
Fuck round and step into him in this bitch
Fuck round and feel like I'm God in this shit
Fuck round and fye up my light in this bitch
Question the reason I'm feeling this shit
Fuck round and give you my sight through this shit
Fuck round and maybe just die from this shit
Fuck round and step into him in this bitch
The pupils of God
Shit I'm living full circle I'm reeling a rod
My life be a helluva song
Some days I don't pick up the phone
Trying to piece together shit that's corrupting my dome
How the fuck you dance in Heaven but dancing alone
Are the answers from the smoke that escape from the cone
Could you leave the world ya light when you dead and you gone
Pick up when I'm calling you home
Fuck round and feel like I'm God in this shit
Fuck round and fye up my light in this bitch
Question the reason I'm feeling this shit
Fuck round and give you my sight through this shit
Fuck round and maybe just die from this shit
Fuck round and step into him in this bitch
Fuck round and feel like I'm God in this shit
Fuck round and fye up my light in this bitch
Question the reason I'm feeling this shit
Fuck round and give you my sight through this shit
Fuck round and maybe just die from this shit
Fuck round and step into him in this bitch
If the purpose lie in spoken word
Repercussions lie in action
Making walking verbs
Say the pressure turn a mind of gold into a nerve
I'm seeing death before my eyes
But is it all absurd
I made a Heaven in Hell
But its locked in this shell
Why they tell us that we bound to parish
Or rot in a jail
Play with scales
Clips and shells
Shit nutritious eating on ya bitch
You see the cards we all are dealt with in this game of Hell
But shit
I think that shit placebo for the broken soul
Fondling with ego make a broken soul
Take a nigga heart if we stand toe to toe
Shit
Gladiator spirit running through the globe
Shit
Fighting for my heart and not a digit
Forget it
Tryna bend a spirit that is rigid
If God ain't true
Well how the fuck you feel this shit
Bitch
Fuck round and feel like I'm God in this shit
Fuck round and fye up my light in this bitch
Question the reason I'm feeling this shit
Fuck round and give you my sight through this shit
Fuck round and maybe just die from this shit
Fuck round and step into him in this bitch
Fuck round and feel like I'm God in this shit
Fuck round and fye up my light in this bitch
Question the reason I'm feeling this shit
Fuck round and give you my sight through this shit
Fuck round and maybe just die from this shit
Fuck round and step into him in this bitch
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Writer(s): Khari Crooms
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