Indiscretions
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I got you little man, I got you
Yeah
Daddy gonna teach you everything you need to know
Trust that
Huh
I done been through it all, little man
I done been through it all
What you doing?
What you doing? Sit down
Gimme that
Gimme that
I told the people last year there'd be little misconceptions
I showed the people my flaws and my closest imperfections
You know my indiscretions
They say my gift is from God, but my soul is in possession
'Cause Satan got it, can't pray about it, the shit's depressing
They say that history sure to dictate your future life
You prove 'em wrong or prove 'em right
Shooting hoops or you shooting dice
If you paid the cost to be living wealthy, you knew the price
Who was right? I chose to be selling drugs, I ain't choose the mic
They say that calm is that bully waiting for 3 o'clock
I'm just that kid in the back of the class stalling time
It's more than rhymes, I hope that you people see my plot
You see my heart and my dignity's where I draw the line
You're sure to find a jewel in between these flawless lines
It's all sublime and equivalent to the tallest shrine
The darkest crimes sometimes is done by the sharpest minds
I toss the nine, then I wipe the blood on my Karl Kani's
It's far from lies, I'm digging deep in my soul again
My life's a motion picture, experienced through a broken lens
I started rapping for wholesome timbs
Now I do this shit for my solar clams
Fans asking me why I'm underground
Critics don't critique 'em, at least we told 'em to dumb it down
It's nothing now, explain to these
Fucking clowns that I want the crown
So I ain't never gon' dumb it down
Another town that I skipped in fear of you finding me
Eliminated everything and everyone that reminded me
And honestly, I'm tired of being tortured subconsciously
Constantly, my past life memories that be haunting me
My wife be telling me let it go
But maybe it's time I let her know
All the times of laughing and smiling with me
I'm just trying to suppress that violence in me
No silencing me, this woman is worth the flattering
But I could spot a killer in the middle of a church gathering
Not a talent that if I lose'll be earth shattering
It's more than I can say for them niggas who thirst chattering
I'm not a talker, won't find me speaking in front the camera much
A man that turned to artist, somebody all of my fans could touch
And you probably thinking this shit is magic
What I spit is vivid and cinematic
I clear the attic, there's skeletons in my closet still
I got a feel for my peers that struggle without a skill
I got a feel for them people I hurt for dollar bills
It's not a thrill, I still see the faces of those I tried to kill
Ain't no equal to me, it's more than poems
The heart of Rick Grimes and the soul of a fucking Morgan Jones
You might as well just be walking dead
When that reaper's coming to off your head
Yeah, when that reaper's coming to off your head