I’m sick n tired of being sick n tired. I mean it
I was born into hell I felt the heat inside as semen
Soldier bodies leaning the coldest eyes are seeing
3rd person sight as the soul inside is leaving
not only lives are being snatched high from Mee-in(men)
Morals have capsized and we chastise our women
And they say “Sky’s the limit” now that’s lies cuz listen
They stopped using wool now they drape eyes in linen
So we look “Right” at winners and “Left” prizes hidden
Then we’re “Back” at square one with those slight beginnings
Then move “Forward” to where we might be driven
By lively villains to various unsightly endings
But that’s like concealing the true light within us
Blast causing spark to take us right right through ceilings
Then lay claim to the blessings God has given
We are his children yet in still we hardly chillin
We struggle every day look how hard we living
Even the most prominent are still starving niggas
Just a mob of niggas looking for larger figures
In the process of sinning I hope God forgive us…

left feed on Sinn's piece "When the Sun Goes down"
http://community.rapverse.com/showthread.php?t=185568

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