I think people forget Lil b is a Bay Area rapper.
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I think people forget Lil b is a Bay Area rapper.
Berklee schun
Redeeming yourself
It isn't that easy
Feeling good about your health
Bad habits really don't help
A world full of cattle
I hide from this onslaught
Because in my mind its a battle
With me in the haze
Hoping i dont get caught
Suspended in a state of being completely inept
Do you feel me?
This is no theoretical concept
Just a reason for reasoning yourself doing wrong again
Redeem yourself
Save your soul as if you're the son of men
Your words echo in my head
Like a bell with no tone
You left me in public but i felt so alone
Interactions draw me closer to freeing your rope giving you some slack
Factions split us like your clenched teeth being cracked
Contractions retracting your hand
Commanding you to give in to my demands;
I am the village
And I am the Land
Speak discreetly
Reason yourself out of this one I dare
You start running and i grab you by your hair
At the strike of twelve I find my destiny
Merge into the void and accept the penalty
Hold your own ground
I'm done feeding you
and through all of this i've found that when you can't breathe, there are people there, to breathe for you
i want my eyes to be all you see, a symptom of the comedown you feel. The High Is Gone. rushes revert to nausea like when I felt those butterfly wings catch fire, eventually dwindling down to dust in the acids of my belly where I degest that sick feeling I get when I see you who did you think you were.. why haven’t you realized what you are? That high is gone.