[Chorus - Collard] I’ve been waiting for the perfect time to shoot I've come way too far to play these games with you Utopia My paradise is burning You hate to see that I'm learning My fears get thrown in the furnace I’ve been waiting for the perfect time to shoot
[Verse 1] My fingers dance around the barrel A barrel full of laughter The trees loud enough to make me paro They tried to throw stones on my shadow My posture more van gogh Attire more regal I dress like a man of the people A crown on my chest I see death through the people I see death and just spud him I don’t fear no evil I don’t say I’m sorry Regret was my teacher Now they look at They look at me like their speaker I guess I should speak up When it’s time to speak they are no show vocal Chords stressed from progress Ten stacks on practice. Hours and hours Sleep cycles on seconds, wasted serving that potent But they don’t check content Never pardon my context I stand by mine Never ran off on family I stand by mine Principles I crafted morals wavered at times I felt my lowest, I felt no coping Mechanisms could help me. My star sign stubborn My minds been made Be the greatest or nothing I was so sure, my skin supple like steel That spotlight mine. Gave a fuck how you feel My belly still feel empty, I dare you to tempt me Seen people die for less, seen mothers cry for more Justice was never served for skin darker than yours (Justice was never served for skin darker than yours)
[Chorus - Collard] I’ve been waiting for the perfect time to shoot I've come way too far to play these games with yo Utopia My paradise is burning You hate to see that I'm learning My fears get thrown in the furnace I’ve been waiting for the perfect time to shoot
[Verse 2] It's the same shit, new wounds from old faces Gracious I barely stepped out the matrix Heinous, parasites and traitors Heinous But my spirit can’t be wavered Amazing? Me and my passion stood adjacent My only worry she look at me like we strangers I’ve seen you naked when your heart was still vacant You've seen me weak enough to tell you we might make it That's what we wanted. If a nigga kills a nigga That’s one more nigga for the profit One less one less body in a prison One less, one less story bout’ a victim Channel 5 paint as the killer Pay me like the winner Hope that keep me silent Hope they keep me silent So much power in my silence It was nights like this It was days like those I would sit in my room Cross legged and focused Listening to the blues That boo boo davis Mama I'm so tired All sounds like the same shit I cried so much, took the salt from my pores Rub the sweat in my wounds Made a vow for the cause You can take my life they gone remember me more As a man of my action as a man of my wordsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
