There's a village inland from the shore that might be misinformed I'm the blame for murder and discourse, I can't help thinkin: I don't know what it
It starts with a mirage of playing with the friends you've known Like fuel in a silage we're waiting for a spark to fall but I failed to light abeyant
Consider the consequence of thinking your thoughts out loud Everyone wonders everyone doubts Is faith more than a feeling? Is God a light behind a cloud
I, I want you to know you're never alone when I'm not there Sigh, and tell them you're not safe Let them know we're in control of you (cuz that's just
Nigga look the other way or do what'cha gotta do, I'm quick to leave all the choices on you, Gotta trigga happy clique ask questions after they shoot,
: [Verse 1] Late night coolin' wit my homies Drinkin' Hennessey an' cold brew After smokin' stopped in Oakland Got the munchies for some soul food So
But can't feed me It's so easy to regret things After they done Babies catchin' murder cases Scared to laugh in the sun The tragedies that we all need
tears in the back seat; so when she asked me, "What would you do if it was you?" Couldn't answer such a horrible pain to live through I tried to trade places in the tragedy
catastrophic three part tragedy Police officials released information of a brutal car accident That lead to the death of two men in the Stapleton area Soon after
names on the wall for fun Now it's "Rest in Peace" after every one Except me, but I ain't the one to front Seems like I'm viewin' a body after every month
go But baby no Doesn't have to be Microwaving a medal tragedy Watching it burn and It's beautiful and it's blue And it's pitiful When it's through It's the other
a secret, 5 lifetimes old ... my life has been a prison, a labyrinth built beneath the mountain of tragedy. i'm a stain on the cloth. i'm just an after
But baby no Doesnt have to be Like the way that Im at A tragedy Watching it burning Its beautiful and its blue And its pitiful And its through Its the other
through the neighborhood Heidi blown High stylin and profilin, niggaz comin after me In actuality they face the technicality Let 'em feel the battle, it was a tragedy
: I don't know why they mad at me They can't catch me but still they after me When we deal face to face, is a tragedy You ask why i got my gun they might
no it doesn't have to be, Microwaving a metal tragedy Watching it burning, it's beautiful and it's blue and it's pitiful and it's blue, it's the other
Oh oh oh oh, Cheat sheets.. Lonely night Week after the fight Out of control Shit just wasn't right Just got a text, are you free for the night? And
After all, our dreams went down Sinking for our very eyes Still echoing the sound Oh, the frozen dreadful cries Witnessed the passing of our only loves
