[00:00.000] 作词 : Kaseem Ryan
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Kaseem Ryan
[00:09.473]Had to touch down
[00:12.711]Plush sound
[00:15.750](At the tough crown)
[00:20.198]All get a life, not all gonna live
[00:23.199]Some soar to the heights, some fall on shiv
[00:26.197]Some are bored by vice, get torn by Sigs
[00:29.379]Some wolfing rice, others supportless kids
[00:34.782]That wasn't us
[00:37.629]We from the dust
[00:41.412]They can't touch you anymore
[00:44.096]You're free
[00:45.211]Was molded in knowing, some get to live but all die
[00:47.782]Pacing, strut, getting big baking enough, **** small fry
[00:51.114]Being in the deep ain't peak for my well-being
[00:54.129]Low is limbo, from what I had to grow in hell seeing
[00:57.375]It affected me, directly, like the rest
[01:00.272]Used to let it rest in the dresser, now I'm dressing with the Tec
[01:03.493]My outfit was house shit that had grand decisions
[01:06.449]My stance's mansion in the game, check my mannerisms
[01:10.326]Does sleep with no weighted man religion
[01:12.836]Mommy knew I landed in Cuba, before I land in prison
[01:16.111]Didn't behave, felt I prepaid my penance
[01:19.117]Was ravaged, sun-shallow, slum-deep grade my sentence
[01:22.883]When you raised 'round rage and vengeance you can change
[01:26.179]But in the veins remains major remnants
[01:28.631]Down to stick, move a pound of brick in towns for grip
[01:31.547]Get astounding whips, coupled with some supple ground or rip
[01:34.733]Some gold aesthetics 'till they roll the credits
[01:37.876]The villian-starred film noir, but hold the edits
[01:40.756]In battlefields had a will couldn't been attained
[01:44.163]It's God-scripted, you start different but end the same
[01:47.245]Enlightened with the page's thunder, the ageless wonder
[01:50.704]I write that night life till my days of slumber
[01:55.025](Page's thunder, ageless wonder)
[01:57.231]I write that night life till my days of slumber
[02:00.364]All get a life, not all gonna live
[02:03.339]Some soar to the heights, some fall on shiv
[02:06.509]Some are bored by vice, get torn by Sigs
[02:09.719]Some wolfing rice, others supportless kids
[02:14.933]From the dust
[02:17.846]That wasn't us
[02:21.136]From the dust
[02:23.078]We from the gritty, dirty city
[02:27.364]Dirty city
[02:31.786]While you live, never give, just keep on
[02:34.494]This young, lean team, one scene is week's pawn
[02:37.252]Rose to eighth rank, coldness, hate, thanks to deep dawns
[02:42.919]I prayed her for that halo, no Creole, I see horns
[02:45.858]My hell was birthed, well endured, when I fell on earth
[02:47.937]It cames with flames of pain, couldn't quell a nurse
[02:50.117]Nauseous from chores of fortress rapport only saw blitz
[02:53.136]No saints, so paint black portraits and I bought this
[02:56.135]In fact, the cracks on my surface lead course shift
[02:59.267]Damaged canvas from times they drew on me with four-fifth
[03:02.393]I draw quote, saying we all broke till we all rich
[03:05.428]Cuz reverence that I'm even present till I rap more gift
[03:08.980]Why, why is all of this being done?
[03:12.727]What have they built you to do?