We Living/Martyr

(альбом: A Martyr's Reward - 2021)

[We Living]

Me and my man right now
We killing right here, we tryna build right here
I ain't know nothin about what you talking about, understand?
You living

Through false attempts a thousand times I try to pick apart my self repent
My only God, its all for size, no taking sides when it take common sense
You can't appropriate my shine through culmination and reprise I'm toe to toe with laughs and cries
I try to mastermind in case of time lapse
My eyes flash, I'm riddled with design
I face the shrine fast, I'm chanting calmer
My armor on me in case the bypass is bullshit and take this path alone
I would've rather sat at home, Gold platter of remorse
It don't matter till its gone, It was peak I lack decency
Remind me to reform, floor creak
Freddy K and J Voorhees tormented me recording
I seem to live a life up close, I'm talking floor seats
Grandma love it when I'm home 'cause she adore me
Story of the grateful, I set aflame to all the nonsense
My father absence, bittersweet love everlasting
White fabrics for my peace of mind, its not for fashion
Light casting from my inner most, we living fast lane

We living
Due to my pitched flesh
For rich steps, risked death in prison
Truth know deception, show direction like a preposition
Choose wrong course, you in strong for a set collision
Though I ain't relaxed yet, I don't catch wrecks for recognition
Shared wisdom that's official
This proof I'm not duping, only solutions I ignite in my lab
Dumb nights, some nights won fights for my rights with a jab
If you ain't got the brass to lock ass, go light smack
Appears somebody polluting my salute nice to the flag
Till then they just dreaded heathens, can't pledge allegiance
Slave wealth built they grave wealth, there's no better grievance
Now the order's to abort us, instead of feed us
But if they bomb shit watch, in conflict, how quick they need us
If they ever held the nooses over you, producing phobia
Should be holding nothing holier than roots and obier
I'm still mad they badges made they hate groups nobler
Ain't change they disposition claim "resist" and then dispose of ya'
Still trying atone for getting off a ki
Brainwashed young, and I ain't become what I was taught to be
Pegged in the pled, and never had thoughts to flee
Still hold the torch's rapport and cautiously of course its me (Ka)

I'll always have misgivings
We living
We living
Know the odds was stacked, through all that
We living

Niggas say it played out
Niggas said this, niggas said that
They said keep going on, you know?
But look, I might be old and quit, you know?
But you coming up
Younger niggas is coming up
They's gonna keep going and keep going, you know?
But you're gonna be a king too, you know?

[Martyr]

What if I got love seeing what I did through the hate you tested
Through the times of jacks, knew I aced it
Ka mould ain't a high load though it's sacred
Packed when none had my back, had to face it
My biologicals would son many
Can't link if wasn't linking before I had one penny
For dudes that slung, jewels, I brung plenty
Soul guarded, whole-hearted, gun: semi
Crook times, took mines; none lent me
Lotta drama in my day, coulda won Emmy
None truer, we were sewer kids
Almost wrong, what we were doing with no tutelage
My speak hail details, theirs too abridged
Polished like I'm on the Tree of Knowledge, chewing figs
Auctioned off as slaves, still doing bids
Knaves in graves, plotting on newer digs
My rib got curves, without fewer ribs
Firm believer you was either wiz or you was His
The black is what held me back, when I was young and gifted
They only take shots, none assisted
Might have parley with frivolity, if from another district
Here when there's fear in your spirit, I come and lift it
Was building with humility where none existed
Keep thoughts on peace talks, still brung a biscuit

Voice of my lost peers, boys that I harbour
Hoods popping devoid of a father
The nine, I fought for it harder
No more suffering, rewards of a martyr