Conscious. ~ I.V
Popularity shaped them
You can't touch my spectrum
I put walls around my damn thoughts
No one will ever cut through them
The important part of your fall is that you're just a public figure
Got everyone triggered
You can't move forth from your chronicles
All ya'll intolerable I can see right thru you and I find it quite comical
Shaping your shadow only going to get your abdominal splattered
I was flying my kite then I realized
That the wind always going to go the other way
I don't care what he say
I don't care what she say
I'ma block your hate
Only see this haze
I can smell the stress in the air
Destined to die in a cell
A fallen angel I must cope in this cell
Life ain't fair, I'm sure you herd it so we all hurting
I can cry cause my mamma was never there
Pile my sins on her now I can say that I never cared
Everybody selling grammies out of the quarter pound
Get money that's what life's about
Then I cleared the lies out your damn mouth
Turned my back for a second
And you second hand peasants
Spit infected blasphemies around my presence
But now its evident
Ya'll clearly irrelevant
And the elephant in the room was only to assume my prejudice
Four seconds is all it takes
Get you down to hell's gates
Earth ain't heaven yet
I ain't having it
Ya'll just another f lick to hit
Pass the stick and we getting lit
Lost causes hoping ya'll can find yourselves to a hit
To observant to be unaware
Been observant in hindsight ill decide when I flip this damn dime
And call these slaves mine
You can't touch my spectrum
I put walls around my damn thoughts
No one will ever cut through them
The important part of your fall is that you're just a public figure
Got everyone triggered
You can't move forth from your chronicles
All ya'll intolerable I can see right thru you and I find it quite comical
Shaping your shadow only going to get your abdominal splattered
I was flying my kite then I realized
That the wind always going to go the other way
I don't care what he say
I don't care what she say
I'ma block your hate
Only see this haze
I can smell the stress in the air
Destined to die in a cell
A fallen angel I must cope in this cell
Life ain't fair, I'm sure you herd it so we all hurting
I can cry cause my mamma was never there
Pile my sins on her now I can say that I never cared
Everybody selling grammies out of the quarter pound
Get money that's what life's about
Then I cleared the lies out your damn mouth
Turned my back for a second
And you second hand peasants
Spit infected blasphemies around my presence
But now its evident
Ya'll clearly irrelevant
And the elephant in the room was only to assume my prejudice
Four seconds is all it takes
Get you down to hell's gates
Earth ain't heaven yet
I ain't having it
Ya'll just another f lick to hit
Pass the stick and we getting lit
Lost causes hoping ya'll can find yourselves to a hit
To observant to be unaware
Been observant in hindsight ill decide when I flip this damn dime
And call these slaves mine
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Writer(s): Vera Claythorne
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