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Khary

Prometheus

 

Prometheus

(álbum: Love & Anchors - 2014)


I'm catching lightning bolts from Zeus
I'm catching lightning bolts from Zeus, I'm catching lightning bolts from Zeus
With the powers of Hercules at my
Yeah

Yeah, I'm catching lightning bolts from Zeus
With the powers of Hercules at my disposal and use
Am I disposing of youth? Well, my name is Khary Durgans (My name is Khary Durgans)
I stopped getting high to walk, to serve a higher purpose
The slave in my veins won't let me rock chains
So if you ever see me in gold, I was probably sold
I know I don't fit the mold, minority's robbed
Niggas stealing iPhones, should be working for Steve's job
In ancient Egypt, they used to kiss with their nose
So beauty was a scent, imagine trying to keep that pose (Imagine trying to keep that pose)
When their mouth alone has enough bone to get you stoned
By your own clones, thought you was home, you wasn't wrong
I'll be burry the merry tune as the beat stops
Tryna' freeze pop, 'cause what was hip is now heep-hop
And what was hard is now weak rock
I've never counted on anyone with a cheap watch

They say we're gone, making us feel lost, without a phone
And now the world's heroes are writing songs
But who's the victor with no victories?
The one without enemies, but his problems are of a different breed

How do you claim yourself a winner if you never fought?
How do you know your true value if you were never bought?
How do you teach yourself a lesson if you were never taught?
Open up the blinds and let my fellow talk

They think they got me, got me, like double shotties to the face
Real niggas don't need faith, put pussies in they place
Where's my eighth? If I resign, then it's gon' be with my ninth
And my father didn't raise me, but, these streets, they don't decline
Bitch, that baby isn't mine, you must be fucking other niggas
Tryna' catch a nigga slipping, trust nobody but my business
And my trigger, and I'ma pull it, pull it, pull it
Money over bitches, I got bullets for that bullshit (Uh huh)

I spent my nights on this earth just tryna' find a God
They throw you, winning, but nobody tells you life is hard
The strong survive, I guess the weak are suicidal
Success will bring you rivals, I'm supposed to feel protected by a Bible
While knowing that it was written by another man
So, how they preaching the truth? I'll never understand
Nah, could be the reason that I'm hollow, but, leaders never follow
Tryna' do it all today and worry 'bout it all tomorrow
My future written in stars, women sitting in cars
But, they coming with the king, understand that they ain't ours
So, before you break my heart, I'ma fuck, then I'ma leave
'Cause the moment you do better, you would do the same to me
A shady game, but we're forced to play
I still don't know if He exists, but we're forced to pray, damn (Damn)
And if God's my only judge, then I'm cool
But I know that Uncle Sam is tryna' judge a nigga, too

I say, "What's left? ", if the world's population is going deaf
Dumb and blind, tell me, which set do you rep?
Fuck humanity, I'm representing myself
I can't help, I can't help

How do you claim yourself a winner if you never fought?
How do you know your true value if you were never bought?
How do you teach yourself a lesson if you were never taught?
Open up the blinds and let my fellow talk

They think they got me, got me, like double shotties to the face
Real niggas don't need faith, put pussies in they place
Where's my eighth? If I resign, then it's gon' be with my ninth
And my father didn't raise me, but, these streets, they don't decline
Bitch, that baby isn't mine, you must be fucking other niggas
Tryna' catch a nigga slipping, trust nobody but my business
And my trigger, and I'ma pull it, pull it, pull it
Money over bitches, I got bullets for that bullshit

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