Testo:
© badprimer
Smokin on that pine tree
Tryina set my mind free
but all its doin is blinding me from reality
It's what all my favorite rappers do
Rollin up them blunt wraps too
Tryina be like them an get a million views.
So I can feed my family.
That shit is bogus an over used
If you would just follow the lord
everything would be provided to you.
You don't really need that fancy car
Wasting your life like a rock star.
But go ahead and see for yourself
There's no happiness brought through wealth.
How many times they gotta tell you happiness is a
state of mental health.
These dummies you look up to
Sold their souls with out a clue
But I know you won't listen
Might as well be speakin Urdu
That pine tree clouding your field of view
Record labels beat your ass like some jujitsu
Left you thinking you made with an iou.
Now you wonder what you got into.
Influenced by the devil in all that shit you bump to.
Led you right into a trap, got you bent over his lap.
Work it for him momma make that ass clap.
Now be a good lil punk an pimp out the youth
Spit rhymes about hella grime an a buncha un truth.
You annoy me like an impacted tooth
Lead them into cages, shackles an chains
Tell em how you made it out the ghetto to keep them as slaves.
Acting like you're a savior when you're as bad as aids.
This gangster murder rap shit is out played.
I'm waiting for the day real men take up the stage
Instead of these little boys who're too scared to be different
They all bite off one another, and sound illiterate
Product of a dumbed down community an they're inconsiderate
You can feel the truth in every damn line that I spit.
Take a seat and listen before you have me acting belligerent.
These rhymes are from my heart offering you deliverance
from the typical mundane bullshit that's insignificant.
Find your true self through Christ an shine Magnificent.
