The Glue
Hopped of the porch step
His mom wept, tears from a Queen
Couldn't force him
To see her vision for his greatness
Codeine dreams awaits him
Pops left
Never embraced him
Seeks validation
Escaped the pain left his heart dark
Cold stares
His smile never reached his eyes
I recognized when I seen him
He was fighting demons
Inner hell fire
Running from the light and the plight
Liar liar
Lord tell me why I always felt like
Evil was glued to my soul
That's illustrations from my empty stomach
A typical nigga story just before the money come in
Them homies they ain't eat in days
Guess why
I don't now
Maybe cause inflation caused it
Infiltrated his spirit
Couldn't see beyond it
Little shorty can't believe
What his eyes can not see
That's why I look in different directions
To check my resemblance
When God was talking to me
You feel what I'm saying
All along that man he was walking with me
He was protecting from devils
When evils targeted me
I offer soul in this song
This is my offering plea
You dig
Aye, and I heard them say
When you from the South Bronx
Shit is really crazy nigga
Aye, and I heard them say
They been trying to off you
Since you been a baby nigga
Material possessions on his body
Had him feeling godly
I understand, oddly
Reserve judgement for Maat
Balancing scales to even out the plot
He's been jugging a lot
Making up for old times
Hugging the block
It's all about the wolves you feed
My lost loved ones turned into my guardians
Free as child's glee
Vociferously typically
I fortify my energy yeah
So motherfucker you talking to me
Nah, you better think twice
Yo, when you talking to me
You better talk nice
Made in my image
Your ego eclipsed it
Bigger picture you missed it
You see the difference
Slice the tension with a knife
Bitch I been hungry all my life
Drummer boy he play for keeps
We had to trap up in that storm
For us to have that plate to eat
Aye lil boy we ain't the same
You trippin
Put that shit on gang
Des Special with that toast
You talk
Might never be the same
It will never be the same
It's the decisions that you make
And I put that shit on gang, nigga
And I heard them say
When you from the South Bronx
Shit is really crazy nigga
And I heard them say
They been trying to off you
Since you been a baby nigga
His mom wept, tears from a Queen
Couldn't force him
To see her vision for his greatness
Codeine dreams awaits him
Pops left
Never embraced him
Seeks validation
Escaped the pain left his heart dark
Cold stares
His smile never reached his eyes
I recognized when I seen him
He was fighting demons
Inner hell fire
Running from the light and the plight
Liar liar
Lord tell me why I always felt like
Evil was glued to my soul
That's illustrations from my empty stomach
A typical nigga story just before the money come in
Them homies they ain't eat in days
Guess why
I don't now
Maybe cause inflation caused it
Infiltrated his spirit
Couldn't see beyond it
Little shorty can't believe
What his eyes can not see
That's why I look in different directions
To check my resemblance
When God was talking to me
You feel what I'm saying
All along that man he was walking with me
He was protecting from devils
When evils targeted me
I offer soul in this song
This is my offering plea
You dig
Aye, and I heard them say
When you from the South Bronx
Shit is really crazy nigga
Aye, and I heard them say
They been trying to off you
Since you been a baby nigga
Material possessions on his body
Had him feeling godly
I understand, oddly
Reserve judgement for Maat
Balancing scales to even out the plot
He's been jugging a lot
Making up for old times
Hugging the block
It's all about the wolves you feed
My lost loved ones turned into my guardians
Free as child's glee
Vociferously typically
I fortify my energy yeah
So motherfucker you talking to me
Nah, you better think twice
Yo, when you talking to me
You better talk nice
Made in my image
Your ego eclipsed it
Bigger picture you missed it
You see the difference
Slice the tension with a knife
Bitch I been hungry all my life
Drummer boy he play for keeps
We had to trap up in that storm
For us to have that plate to eat
Aye lil boy we ain't the same
You trippin
Put that shit on gang
Des Special with that toast
You talk
Might never be the same
It will never be the same
It's the decisions that you make
And I put that shit on gang, nigga
And I heard them say
When you from the South Bronx
Shit is really crazy nigga
And I heard them say
They been trying to off you
Since you been a baby nigga
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Writer(s): Daniel Vega
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