Election Day
Yea
Heart is fully black it can't be gentrified
Bury me alive my soul can never die
My mentality in reality's living Separate lives
Couple of secrets I should've kept inside
But All of my weaknesses I address with pride.
Stumbled over Uncomfortable regret
Left me Crumbled but Fuck it
There's nothing more Humbling then death
Just turned healing process into Healmatic
I'm so skilled rappers in my field have to call us pill addicts
Half is cuz we couldn't kill habits
The other half is cuz we popping and we still at it
Pardon My other half he's partly Ill
Go To Party to drill music
Then leave the party and go drill after
Used to hearing spirits shatter
Leaving the house in the hood at night
Just another episode of fear factor
Even broad day would have the hardest scared backwards
Every intro i tap into a different gear
That could make the pastor shed a tear
Then go share my raps like a revered chapter
I Still got ptsd from og flashing that gun at me
As a scare tactic
Only thing I wish is he killed my ego when he looked to blast it
All my dreams is here and all it took was passion.
We Still Shook it happened
Lost in this vacantness
Praying that god blankets us with his love
Feeling blank Embracing ain't no replacing what was
He was Stripped of his sacredness now he feels
Naked without the drugs
I love money stacks but these Racks only Bring Stability
I can't relax Until I attract what will end up healing me
Pain makes it so I Could never rap what I really mean
I Might pull a pac fake my death come back as the realer me
I won't stop rambling bars til the camera applauds
How can I not be great in the land full of scars
Act like my life to safe understanding y'all flaws
How can I not relate I'm as damaged as y'all
Take my masters and become a billionaire at soul
And me album mode cuz even that feeling there is gold.
Got chills looking at my parents get old
Like what if I'm not prepared to grow.
Maybe I just got fears of being alone
Yea
They treat healing process like real philosophy
But If I ain't drop the others
I'll probably wouldn't of Healed properly.
I probably wouldn't of healed properly
They treat healing process like real philosophy
But If I ain't drop the others
I'll probably wouldn't of Healed properly
I probably wouldn't of Healed
Yea
Heart is fully black it can't be gentrified
Bury me alive my soul can never die
My mentality in reality's living Separate lives
Couple of secrets I should've kept inside
But All of my weaknesses I address with pride.
Stumbled over Uncomfortable regret
Left me Crumbled but Fuck it
There's nothing more Humbling then death
Just turned healing process into Healmatic
I'm so skilled rappers in my field have to call us pill addicts
Half is cuz we couldn't kill habits
The other half is cuz we popping and we still at it
Pardon My other half he's partly Ill
Go To Party to drill music
Then leave the party and go drill after
Used to hearing spirits shatter
Leaving the house in the hood at night
Just another episode of fear factor
Even broad day would have the hardest scared backwards
Every intro i tap into a different gear
That could make the pastor shed a tear
Then go share my raps like a revered chapter
I Still got ptsd from og flashing that gun at me
As a scare tactic
Only thing I wish is he killed my ego when he looked to blast it
All my dreams is here and all it took was passion.
We Still Shook it happened
Lost in this vacantness
Praying that god blankets us with his love
Feeling blank Embracing ain't no replacing what was
He was Stripped of his sacredness now he feels
Naked without the drugs
I love money stacks but these Racks only Bring Stability
I can't relax Until I attract what will end up healing me
Pain makes it so I Could never rap what I really mean
I Might pull a pac fake my death come back as the realer me
I won't stop rambling bars til the camera applauds
How can I not be great in the land full of scars
Act like my life to safe understanding y'all flaws
How can I not relate I'm as damaged as y'all
Take my masters and become a billionaire at soul
And me album mode cuz even that feeling there is gold.
Got chills looking at my parents get old
Like what if I'm not prepared to grow.
Maybe I just got fears of being alone
Yea
They treat healing process like real philosophy
But If I ain't drop the others
I'll probably wouldn't of Healed properly.
I probably wouldn't of healed properly
They treat healing process like real philosophy
But If I ain't drop the others
I'll probably wouldn't of Healed properly
I probably wouldn't of Healed
Yea
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Writer(s): Ivan Craig
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