Walk by her in the path of righteousness I walk higher, toss liars In the pit of hell, caught in the crossfire Caught fire, from the big guns, these is not revolvers Violence only creates confusion, it ain't a problem solver
Let's go, my skin is my dress code Just know, I need a personal Jesus I’m in Depeche Mode My best show is when the bullets hit the flesh slow This ain't a movie, dog, you know it when your chest explodes
I’d trade my luck to know Why he's caught in the crossfire And I’m here wakin' up To the sun and the sound of birds Society’s anxiety Deprived of all that we’re blessed with We just can't get enough, no
99 Problems, Sean Michael Carter Can find ayala trying to fix my life like Evelyn Lazana Night marauders, 12 hour cigars like godfathers Starving artist trying to get some cut like the hardest barbers
Blunt culture, what I talk is dead coming from vultures I promise I didn’t choose to be a martyr, my enemies' focus My heart seems to be the target if you ain't notice These guns are still our youth, its stolen moments
I’d trade my luck to know Why he's caught in the crossfire And I’m here wakin' up To the sun and the sound of birds Society’s anxiety Deprived of all that we’re blessed with We just can't get enough, no