State of Mine II
It starts, in the break of dawn telly on, home alone
I'm writing on my own, the ink bled out from the bone of my finger
Like a masochist, lights are off the candles lit
Raise your hands the champion's here
Esco Lone ain't finished yet the time for war has come
Rap millitant, M16, crack peddler, predator, et cetera
My baretta spits, stutters, ticks literature
Now let me paint this picture
Of the black abyss that represents my mind
Talk regular to demons playing tricks upon my sight
Paranoia with the vigilance
Bro fucked around and dropped 6 for some bine
Black Dillinger, triggers loose when fired
Tried Dissociate myself from gang associates
But they were jus like me so who was i to judge?
I bring a hammer down, it ain't to make decisions
It's to break promises
My mother cried the day she knew she can't judge me
Product of a ruined country
Born into a system where his boy is dead and the killer lives
The feds don't know who it is
The kids were in the kitchen flickin' wrists
White girl got a whipping fetish beat it 'till the 'rex a myth
Perplexing mix of success and suffering
You like the cuffs you'll like the collar too
White tank tops and never coloured shoes
As a beggar, couldn't choose between the picket fence and barbed wire
Tame the wildfires, no condolences
Swing the bat, knock him out his shoes
Then I'll shot that 'cah money 'affi move
Cant make enough when you was buying clothes and needed nuff for food
Two worlds in one, you couldn't have a clue
How they broke twice and live in hell?
Ain't got a thing to lose but witnesses to crimes they do
Whats this fuckery? (Im back where i started)
Whats this fuckery? (im back where I -)
Whats this fuckery? (came back then departed)
Whats this fuckery? (now I miss where i started)
Who would have thought of it
My mental balance off of orbit
It sit awkwardly like rope hung on autumn trees
The corpse haunted I drive so deep in my thoughts the miles nautical
I steer through pain like a range moving straight through rain
With the lights off, cross a line he devilish you will see shells
Won't need an Oyster if he takes you on that trip to hell
I took the trip twice, still got the chill in my bone
When I started Esco and found me a Lone In the park
Three in the morning what you saying
I heard the bricks you used to build your isolation was still a whodunnit
And I'm yet to find the paigon
It's left my mind all racing -
I'm writing on my own, the ink bled out from the bone of my finger
Like a masochist, lights are off the candles lit
Raise your hands the champion's here
Esco Lone ain't finished yet the time for war has come
Rap millitant, M16, crack peddler, predator, et cetera
My baretta spits, stutters, ticks literature
Now let me paint this picture
Of the black abyss that represents my mind
Talk regular to demons playing tricks upon my sight
Paranoia with the vigilance
Bro fucked around and dropped 6 for some bine
Black Dillinger, triggers loose when fired
Tried Dissociate myself from gang associates
But they were jus like me so who was i to judge?
I bring a hammer down, it ain't to make decisions
It's to break promises
My mother cried the day she knew she can't judge me
Product of a ruined country
Born into a system where his boy is dead and the killer lives
The feds don't know who it is
The kids were in the kitchen flickin' wrists
White girl got a whipping fetish beat it 'till the 'rex a myth
Perplexing mix of success and suffering
You like the cuffs you'll like the collar too
White tank tops and never coloured shoes
As a beggar, couldn't choose between the picket fence and barbed wire
Tame the wildfires, no condolences
Swing the bat, knock him out his shoes
Then I'll shot that 'cah money 'affi move
Cant make enough when you was buying clothes and needed nuff for food
Two worlds in one, you couldn't have a clue
How they broke twice and live in hell?
Ain't got a thing to lose but witnesses to crimes they do
Whats this fuckery? (Im back where i started)
Whats this fuckery? (im back where I -)
Whats this fuckery? (came back then departed)
Whats this fuckery? (now I miss where i started)
Who would have thought of it
My mental balance off of orbit
It sit awkwardly like rope hung on autumn trees
The corpse haunted I drive so deep in my thoughts the miles nautical
I steer through pain like a range moving straight through rain
With the lights off, cross a line he devilish you will see shells
Won't need an Oyster if he takes you on that trip to hell
I took the trip twice, still got the chill in my bone
When I started Esco and found me a Lone In the park
Three in the morning what you saying
I heard the bricks you used to build your isolation was still a whodunnit
And I'm yet to find the paigon
It's left my mind all racing -
Credits
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