Preferred Band/Artist: AKA
Strapped in imagination-praying to God with a blunt in my hand hoping- I’m amazing
Heart full of stories and archives of my love
Pushing hard for what I deserve-working with kids to see the streets served
Haters getting a cold shoulder-mind so focused on the dough
Bread for kids who never had it,--pluggin’ in vision
Heat arises when he thinks about his past-Concrete getting colder by the morning
Early birds up and ready to get it--Got it all wrong but not in religion
‘Cause God gave a shelter to the slave--men split in between --The strong and the ignorant
Never outside or at a minimal--Clauses of cat in a snake fight
If striving and dreaming ain’t right - then what is this-? For the refugees they said its none our business
We all African at heart, and we acting like asses at start,- lets find peace in what we believe in
Zit the power of tomorrow for the generations ,-our is just greed for an hour
I don’t wanna live for now - but today’s what I wanna make beter
Shout to the real at heart from the the start, moving and improving every bar
Energy fully filled in cup of greatness,- the remedy is truly he out of greatness
His enemies would heal with not no paper
Rapped and stuck in literature - act in love and gimmick her
Lost in love with vivica - the trust in us,--would you picture her
She speaks in her peak, the things she sees
Stuck in sheets, wearing stockings in heat, life as a cheating spouse, trapped like a bleeding mouse
Act like I’m speaking in tongues, soul set and ready to take off her coat for what the cold bring
All these things – I see I know things
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