Risk of Life
Ended up on a journey unplanned, It's going well
I really could stan
Up for my rights, up da price
I payed da cost and I lost to my vice
So what now Im looking more than hype
Went overtime Like it went over heads
High off da bush
Call that over hedge
Open season for my people with dreads
I mean they killing niggas with locs and melanin
Praying everyday, tomorrow is better than yesterday
Hope my sisters and brethren stay so safe
I could treat them better than Da record I play
I got some scratches so you know a lot of mistakes
Dedicated to my homies dead, alive and at stake
Congratulations to us bastards
Black magic, beautiful death is some say it's not tragic
Let go those latches that we keep repatching
Feed the soul (FTS)
By forming good habits
Make room for a star
Gimme space like da planets
Meditate da heart
Don't take plants for da granted
Vision in italics mean I'm seeing shit slanted
Don't bandwagon
This is my rock, my granite
I'm well branded
Please don't overcook me
I am not standard
Im rare and not a rookie
From here I'm outstanding
I'm outside standing out of line
If I wanted to I could skip da line
If I really tried
If I wanted to I could really fly
I'm not a rookie
No Please don't over cook me
Please don't bandwagon
This is my rock, my granite
I'm well branded
Please don't over cook me
I really could stan
Up for my rights, up da price
I payed da cost and I lost to my vice
So what now Im looking more than hype
Went overtime Like it went over heads
High off da bush
Call that over hedge
Open season for my people with dreads
I mean they killing niggas with locs and melanin
Praying everyday, tomorrow is better than yesterday
Hope my sisters and brethren stay so safe
I could treat them better than Da record I play
I got some scratches so you know a lot of mistakes
Dedicated to my homies dead, alive and at stake
Congratulations to us bastards
Black magic, beautiful death is some say it's not tragic
Let go those latches that we keep repatching
Feed the soul (FTS)
By forming good habits
Make room for a star
Gimme space like da planets
Meditate da heart
Don't take plants for da granted
Vision in italics mean I'm seeing shit slanted
Don't bandwagon
This is my rock, my granite
I'm well branded
Please don't overcook me
I am not standard
Im rare and not a rookie
From here I'm outstanding
I'm outside standing out of line
If I wanted to I could skip da line
If I really tried
If I wanted to I could really fly
I'm not a rookie
No Please don't over cook me
Please don't bandwagon
This is my rock, my granite
I'm well branded
Please don't over cook me
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Writer(s): Dontae Cochran
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