Shot you down
[Verse]
Any time my father call , I stare at the phone
Thinking of questions to ask em like what happened at home
I was too young to remember where it all went wrong
But I'm years removed from it
I just leave it alone
Keep in my zone
Focused on a better living
Get my parents out the trenches
Show'em that their absence played a part in my presence
Message meaning
Heaven gleamin on en
It feel like the kids on mud is kinda leanin on em
The future I've seen it on em
Open ya eyes wider
Try to think deeper
Listen further cause murder is louder than linen on Easter
Im never sayin when
Cause loose lips sink ships and breakin news turn stand up fellas to anchormen
I played the bench now I'm startin and I'm stayin here
And fuck roller coaster tycoon cause we ain't playing fair
Heir to throne standin on my own two
Cause when it comes to Jay's you know they had to make a pair
I mirror hova, barely sober for takin ova
Fellas claimin fam but all I see is ray liota
My name ringin like servin soda without a coaster
Sky dreamin puttin my team in livin like we suppose to
I swear god this 2 floor loft is the flyest I live
But I every day I wake up my reality check
Could step outside and get hit wit a stray
I hit B told em bring a strap up north
Nah I ain't a gangster and I don't really want war
Stuck inside a city where the closets look like gun stores
And if they get to trippin start clickin sound like saying chicken wit a lock jaw
Cop cars patrollin burning down on fellas rolling up
I wonder who controlling them
If they the ones controlling us
The gutters filled wit bowlin pins on the corners all goners
Too busy holdin it down to ever know what's up
My motivation just look at these fiends faces
They Skipped the basics same focus as teenagers
They skipped the process and the people that wrote it for em
So they remain the same child just in an older form
God gotta cry , I feel relief when an officer die
We birth flowers they seeds just water our eyes
But Still we rise Feeding families off a piece of the pie
I fade to black
The type of shit that make it hard to relax
I grab a pen start writtin deeper then the knives in my back
A wiz wit the wax , past skin deep still scriptures for tats
My mind tailored never cut em no slack
Still wondering , should I pull cards or start shufflin
Lookin up to God , cause the odds keep doublin
I guess that's why we die over dice
And 4 play the only time we mix liquor wit ice