Heathen

See we confused by the image, the thoughts in our heads
Brainwashed since we was kids, it ain't shocking we mislead
Cause everything pretty, when you looking at afar
Gotta get close to it, to envision all the scars
An inch away from balance, and a house always felt the furthest
And it's been a challenge, cause home is where the heart is
Just like the space on the track, we just fill it with bars
Stuff the pain with the xans, and just fill it with bars
My man's in pain he popping pills for the healing
I'm watching em die and I can't stop the killing
Split from his girl, he ain't been the same since
I can tell he hurting cause we got the same sins
Zombie'd off them Xans, homie wrecked his whip
And whatchu think he did? Copped a brick to flip
Some Pills and a revolver just to match the fit
Couple days later he got knocked for that shit

They say the good die young, well shit, I'm still alive
Guess I'm a bad motherfucker, the reason? I survived
Dodging death, and I still gots the drive
A different caliber, My will led me to thrive
Just because I'm gifted, don't put me in a box
I do what the beat spitting, don't care if you bop
Hear my bars in they lines, you can tell that I'm they spark
If they stars then I'm the sky, they can't shine without the dark
Couldn't fit my shoes, my Timbs been through a lot
This path is what I choose, I just gotta shoot my shot
When it comes to these raps I'm just demonstrating
Every time I'm in the booth it feels like meditating

It's yo boy A-Zeus and the A's for Antique
Classical cadence to getchu out ya damn seat
So get off you ass every-time the man speaks
Sleek, unique, treat me like a damned Sheikh
Got it from my ancestors, I got a Sheikh spirit
I got my wits from them, never did I Shakespeare it
Mastered the language, with these bars I shake spirits
And if they want a problem, this bullet, I shake, spear it
Leeching off my energy they some parasites
5'9 dropping heat, we'll never be fair in height
I feel yo soul coming, have it in the air tonight
Just like Phil Collins, I'm the heir to knight
They be throwing subs but they'll never run my fade
I know we from the desert, but don't be throwing shade
I get paid to have feelings why care for free?
learned to stop caring for people that ain't care for me
A simpletons Socrates, philosophize on what you say
Sophisticated savage, sip syrup and bump Lupe
I'm Cocky, and talk sick, that's a Zeusy track
Double D's but she toxic, that's a booby trap



Credits
Writer(s): Abdulaziz Alzayed
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