Broken Sticks

Yeah
All I know how to do is set the tone
It's like
This is my mind and body at the apex
Skin of a moor that made abundance though he was gave less
From the jungle I can show you where the apes rest
Unfortunate few yelled out uncle while the streets tried to break necks
Intermissions limited if you live in sin you can't take rest
Wore latex bagging work just in case the place swept
Ain't slept wasn't a mattress just dirt and various taste tests
The tool by the gate kept somewhat of civil order
Question
Will you book it when you hit the border
Niggas saying never change just to drop dimes and ended up giving quarters
Free all my blood who got concrete as they living quarters
Palms reach on scarred plexi for estranged sons and dismissive daughters
The game won this shit is sordid
The sane ones get they shit and bounce
Insane ones stay where they were brought up
Consider me the latter I'm tryna lift my order
Tryna lift my order

You harbor feelings and they stroll to your area like a promenade
Engineered by God but the fear installed all my momma game
Admittedly I never had my sight on the hall of fame
Old age would be nice take delight in hauling canes
Slave blood in our father names and still at that precipice
Only two directions when you tryna exit cliffs
Walk back on your fight or take flight into the endless mist
Purgatory or Hell there aint no Heaven when your skin is tint
I need the block, I need the ward, I need more
I need my people to stop falling for they accords
Herd out the weasels and cut the mistakes they done caused
Spill on this easel and pray we rid of our wars
That's law
Spill on this easel and pray we rid of our wars
That's law

This is more than a verse
It's an introduction of where we walking on Earth
The scorched ground and the corners we lurk
But we found blessings even if we been lost since the birth
Church
Church