The Hearse Is All Black

Somebody call me a doctor cause I've been sick with it
Prophet
My thoughts ubiquitous
Poppin' shit off
It's nearly impossible not to feel the kid
Been on my way to get revenge
Knockin
Somebody let me in
Cause it was written in the stars that I was blessed to win
Evident I will sever the head of whoever's relevant
Slick with the pen I'll spin the block and hit your next to kin
Dreams I've been havin', seein' green on the dresser with
A loaded weapon, not meant for protection next to it
Oh what a mess I'm in
I'm hardly famous but everybody around me keeps talkin' shit like I made it
I'm faded and playin' chess, yup, with the same people
I'm just playin' the game, it's a shame the game's evil
It needed an angel
Flesh and blood and I'm feelin' the weight of
People who were depending on me for cheerin' their day up
But they don't know about the demons I met on my path
I've never seen it, but they tell me they have greener grass
I'm in between what I can see to be my future as
Someone who got the shit together and cleaned up their act
Or someone who almost made it stuck in the looking glass
But fuck that, nah first I'd bust back
The hearse is all black

I remember those freezing nights when I didn't eat
No money for oil, fuck the electric company
Twenty three with a pen and a pad just tryin' to follow dreams
Addicted like I need it, you just a wannabe
Lookin' for some harmony
Struggle, fuck a lottery
Abandonment a part of me
Cortisol in my arteries
No withdrawal from my honesty
Like how you like me now
They say I stay where the heat is and I ain't from the south
Started I was penning for change, I just hope they gon' remember the name
Started I was penning for change, I just hope they gon' remember the name
Archangel
Started I was penning for change, I just hope they gon' remember the name
Started I was penning for change, I just hope they gon' remember the name
Archangel



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Arnold
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