I know niggas in shackles that'll stomp your face into the gravel. Tangled wrists and minds unleashed, I may be in jails, but my minds running ramped. Hide, seek try to find me flesh & mind intertwined. Death row means nothing to a nigga that's already incarcerated by the streets. Dance, shoot me. Go on a killing spree. Do not rescue me. I am spiritless.
Bones crushed. I am fleshless. I do not exist in your vision. I am blind to whom ever I enter, my wicked is colorless. Can make a mockery out of a brown boy or a god. I am the best and worst angel ready for my return, he isn't the only one that's coming back for his people.
Step back into your chain Gangs and nooses, I've made them more expensive than you can afford, I've memorized the whistles in between your jive and finger snaps. This is why I kept you enslaved for so long. Written books that had various ways to decode you, but you'd rather read the back of CD's and still stumble over your own credits.
You are spiritless, flesh fresh to death, but you are upon my mercy. I show no mercy, I am spiritless. Don't give a good god given damn about your Tim boots, I hung your daughter from that tree. You left her with me, I show no mercy, I am spiritless. Dance, shoot me. I am fleshless.
Upon this rock I shall sit my universe this is not the playground of the holy. You couldn't read the music, but you can hear it begging you to shoot me. Dance shoot me, I am fleshless. I am spiritless.
Everything that once was holy can be evil. Everything that glitters can't be yours. You are fleshless, fit fresh. Corner boys and brown liquor, somebody's bound to be made to be fresh to death. This is what you get when you march to maybach music.
Not rich enough to know you come from Queens, cause that isn't just where you've slept. No candle lit memorials for the beauty that died the day you signed yourself to me, no young money is old enough to know the coldest nights is spent with a crew that wouldn't die with you. Get money, but would they pay for for your funeral when I'm done with you?
Spiritless, I show no mercy. Fleshless, I make niggas fresh until death. Tangled wrists and minds unleashed. I am running ramped, come find me.
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