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Solitude Of Enoch Lyrics - Artist : KA
It's hard to say, every sentence is pain
Brothers killing brothers, descendants of Cain Props if getting knocked, and no mentionin' names Had to steal, all that time I spent in the flame Cain rose up against Abel, his brother, and slew him Got to be in grace first, to fall from it That money chase birthed the fall summit Was wasteful as big eyes and a small stomach Funny used to call my friends money, I lost hundreds From low lands, shook of no man, God fearin' Had death threats, not deaf yet, I'm hard hearin' Revenge is the engine, with my heart steerin' Enough disastrous crashes, had to start veerin' Had to use your fists to change your fiscal Figurin' how to get rich became the ritual As teens bought full magazines, if we had an issue We all had beef, but for dinner havin' gristle All hooded, even headed in doubt, I'm sure-footed Fear built relationships rapport couldn't Being angelic get you popped, saying somethin' that's off-putting Feeling weak for being in love, like amour shouldn't Was action packed, cut your cap just to hate hub For years spoke the code like every place bugged Since them dudes in school, move like I taste blood Fights bought forty nights, like the great flood Still a nexus to the treacherous gutter Kept two, never monochrome, my gift technicolor Like the coat of Joseph, hope it don't affect my brother Became man in the house quick, had to protect my mother One of my cousins said he was gon' beat me like my pops I blacked out, was ready to leave him in a box My sister calmed me down, saw me reachin' for the shots That's my linchpin, since then, we been on the rocks It's hard to say, every sentence is pain Brothers killing brothers, descendants of Cain Props if getting knocked, and no mentionin' names I had to steal, all that time I spent in the flame Every sentence is pain Descendants of Cain "Let him among you who is without sin cast the first stone" May your life be fruitful if I appeal to you I'm defense against ten trying to conceal the truth Breaded when I medicine, that's what a healer do Out here was too rough to bluff, every dealer knew Don't mind if it was gross, this hope's genetic Did the most to cope when the coast wasn't copacetic When I rapped to you it's natural, no synthetic Survivors of my father, it's my old genetic I rhyme like divinity Times the inner me cry from the imagery Where we stood, no neighborhood sinner-free From the curb, if any deserve to win it's me To quiet the stomach, we had to rummage Congregate with all denominations, but wanted hundreds I wanted hundreds I wanted hundreds You got it poppin' at the top of the mornin' Couldn't imagine what mothers on gutter blocks was endurin' We took the hits, 'cause the knot was allurin' My boy back up top, got popped for his urine If a man slips, bent grip on his vice We try our best to get it, could triple the price Though crew did it for food, not to be drippin' in ice Pray the stocks stack on my blocks, but liquid is nice Known to throw trips, show fifths, dip with the dice Dusk to dawn, much go on, no ubiquitous nights To get paid out trade route like you shippin' a spice The meek heard "Turn the other cheek", I got different advice I got different advice |
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