Intoxicated are my dreams, even...
A story never told of persistence
More valuable than gold is the mission
Society unfolds contradictions
Like hoes tryna justify their hoe'ish conditions
We roll with the soldiers and misfits
I was born in the winter;
My hearts an icebox but my soul reconsiders
I'm growing old in my youth cuz Imma sinner
The bold in the bulletproof denim
Wants my soul to begin with
Apparently...
I'm the perfect shade of brown for a statistic
I always wear a frown cuz happiness is nonexistent
My chest burns from this rum I'm sippin'
I'm probably living in Hell already;
Just ashes in an Urn perceptions livid
The smoke clears and bodies appear of all the victims
Ain't no discrimination of men, women, and children
These flaming towers and burning buildings
Redemption, we seek it...
So Intoxicated are my dreams, even.
(V2 to be cont...)
Aatif Shakur
