lirik lagu king space – t.r.o.y. 3.0 (better days)
(verse 1)
truthfully much love to the 2am texters
telling me how i inspire when composing lyrics
the salvador dali of rap persistence in memories
i got to many my n-gga i wish to surpress em
but they made me who i am so why not confess em
and i ain’t never been to church
so why hold up your sunday
with the preachings of a poet call me plato; the world is my socrates i’m still learning
more of a myth than jesus to an athiest but breathing
open up the bible can’t relate to anything im reading
but a god i do believe in
cause these words that speaking
drew out silver linings to these black clouds that i’m seeing
and i’m seeking a bigger picture
microscopic lens; i’m banksy couldn’t get my name without a couple millions
ebay bidding, cause they claiming better living comes from items that you purchase momentary satisfaction like s-x but contracting aids
and im broken; how they show up to us open spending money on these medals that could feed a nation
buying diamonds b-tch think of rwanda
genocide for the money ain’t talking bout tutsi’s
we’re all a bunch of hutu’s still k!lling our people!
micheal dunken green mile we’re heading for death row
and i’m trying to make a difference in this d-mn time
but tell me how can a man fly when both my f-cking hands tied
(verse 2)
ignorance is bliss; as they all say i guess that’s why depression eats away at the holder of knowledge
a couple dollars makes a difference
but tell me if your ego driven or soul driven in this living
i’m too gifted but humble no difference; my friends say i’m eh from earth but no art
beethoven i’m deaf to your talks but see sound; an n.e.r.d.; with no hugo; can’t afford barney’s a lost child
a prodigal to most; but therapeutic to me; when i’m spending
calculated rhythms
hope you hear em cause radio spinning truth
my words are the spray cans
the people my canvas
so i’m basically spitting art
if you take it to heart
pop culture the warhol to your sickness but no campbell
government in dept; just to keep us on our toes
conspiracy theories i don’t know what to believe
these politicians up on their shinanigans; all these cover ups and attica’s; over populating; street rioting
annoymously sponsoring; occupying wall street pondering everything i’m writing honoring
the troops that are out there fighting for me; a war that we don’t understand we need breifing
or is it really made for us to keep grieving; beat into submission to pay taxes; these b-st-rds
in a world where if you speak your mind; you are illuminati; plotting terrorism; need a shrink; cause what your speaking out is hush hush and they don’t want us to have a mind of our own we’re free thinkers; 1st admentment given to us
but not enforced
getting black bagged but no vendettas
i need something to believe in
something greater then i
or this puppet show we love to call hip-hop
the industry and bloggershpere pulling strings like f-cking gepetto
but i love it
cause while they’re playing me
i ill-strated what they see
drew an uncanny concept
post production episode for episode
i lived threw it
and now it’s time to play the lead roll
but i ain’t casted
no invisibility but i played casper
the underdog’s had enough
with this remote control and middle finger raised i put my finger on the power b-tton
lights out time
to shut this game down
fin
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