Lyrics
And it goes on
No better outlet than old songs
I can tell you where we've gone wrong
Bro, some wild shit be going on
Our enemy has shown form and our heroes are long gone (gone)
This is Amaru Shakur, this is dark liquor
Don't scratch my doors when I park the Ford (spotless)
Play this shit up in the leather Ford
I was told I helped college niggas get through the whole four
(And the Final Four)
Young bachelors, high fashioners
Cooking up that bitch with a spatula (really)
No shit, I feel like something is after us
Another test for my cardiovascular
Don't wanna play their roles, they typecasted us
This a flare gun to the diaspora
My ancestors came from here not Africa
There ain't no other place for me to go back to, bruh
True blaze
Tweed sage and the Makaveli bootlegs
My darkest days only packed pain off in my suitcase
Life's a traffic jam, scam, tryna chose faith
A toolbox and S.U.C. might keep my screw straight
Crazy, hell is hot but Earth is scathing
The world eats its young a la carte, they serving babies
Extended olive branches only reserved for shady
The shit I thought I knew I had to relearn it janky
So many blunts I smoked myself sober
Perspire sweat out my pores, my broads could smell doja
Eternal wars in my core made me a stale soldier
Had parasites in my life, now treat myself kosher
Loc'd up, damn
Distress of counting dollars and obituaries
Catch 22s will turn a nigga to a missionary
You better read the signs, life is Pictionary
They want your mind when you a visionary
A blackened paranoid mental scary
You've been the best at times
You walk me through my darkest days
You've been the best at times
You walk me through my darkest days
You've been the best at times
You walk me through my darkest days
You've been the best at times
Bryan Young, Michael Stevenson, Scott Morrow
THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC