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Lyrics:
Let’s go
This is my release
This is my release
Verse 1:
Not sure of
where to start
niggas I don’t know
telling me to protect my heart
need to fall apart
chaotically over break beats
and the soil of this culture
Where I roam so blindly
fuck all that fast rap
lyrical backflips
when my brother
was alive nigga
stay packing
at 13
understood my world
when niggas tried to rob me
so I stayed inside
for years like a
mothafuckin’ covid patient
anxiety grown deeper
and the distance from
my parents
fear retaliation on both ends
getting my ass beat
for being weak
or niggas finishing the job
before grasp love
that I desperately seek
pride kills me softly
finger twirling
around my cracked heart
sprinkling addictions
This pamphlet
of my life
for the past 12 months
with the admission
of my fuck ups
sincerely love
my brothers from shadows
and I could’ve done better
instead of back pedaling
conversations
weakness:
impatient
people pleasing, savior complex
united in grief
defy the things
that once brought us closer
tears wading the concrete
couldn’t to hold us
ego issues
continue to dig up
these memory corpses
I struggle staying focus
dissociate in spirit communication
but I never heed the warning
vices costs a peace (piece)
of light why
the freaks roam at night
when I see
Archive
man its on sight
Bridge:
release everything
in my mind
to get right
release everything
in my mind
to get right
release everything
in my mind
to get..
Verse 2:
before
citrine stones
from Arizona
I bent the corner
avoiding unknowns
trying to erase me
blocks down the street
from where I sleep
stood the ghost of man
holding a shotgun
out of Alabama
who passed away
two weeks later
my father
survive by a daughter
multiple sons
final lesson
saying if she’s worth it
then fight for it son
after all trials
my love still burns
for you
You said
this void you left
is huge
and I’m eager
to fill it up
still all in
remember the night
That you asked to
hold my hand
Now I’m nervous
of saying
the wrong things again
Just want you
in my arms
and I can hold it down
felt
embarrassed
That I screamed so loud
getting the news
that my dad passed away
that I called a hotline
damn
Verse 3:
the family man
when its all said and done
bring the Siders name
to light in
my mothafuckin vision
don’t ever tell me to work harder
mothafuck ______
bitch ass scam artist
making money off of poets
free.99 for my unfiltered thoughts
out trying to get it
while moms
sitting in the dark
baby boy suicidal
on open mic recitals
trying to end my days
on a fucking high note
booking international
When its me against the world
though
How many lives
can be lived in one?
all this shit barely occurred
in the first month
And I’m fucking tired
Fuck this shit