Bloodlines and Blessings
(yo, check, check)
Nine times outta ten,
I'm just mixing up my soul Giving my heart some sharp directions
to control I need you to please me,
but in this little friction My diction is punished by the reason
of restriction
I tell you that I need this,
a little chemical medicine Probably feels like heaven when the pressure is
settling But I need to meet my Moses,
the prophet of the division So I light three packs of mushrooms,
activating the vision And it's God through me speaking,
you listen to this Lincoln
First step, my prep for the bag was cold-hearted Killing all my
lower life's, that's where the drama started Pledging to my mama,
I'll make this life a stage To act and brag,
but I'm dreaming backwards in my rage Dreaming of better lives from
dimensions you can't reach You simply listen but you wouldn't get the
things I preach
(so speak in verse baby)
(you got to give a better vibe) (before you stick it to
the streets) (but we sing it in the heat)
(and you better change the lyrics)
(for this flow you are repetition)
So switch! This!
You tell me in my days,
I gotta be a better man You tell me to my face,
the dopes I roll are bad But flip this,
in days I felt my head weeping in my cold hands Sacrifices
in the boxing, I boxed my life and rapped Dull flows,
no rhythm, so I lit the match instead Met a generation of
writers that I simply call in rhyme My mama was never dead,
she's in my stomach all the time My homies and my girlies,
pain replicating a safe prison But I coughed them all out,
and in painful verse I rapped Till my heart began to wonder,
is there justification To suffer and recover,
nothing else than a correction Now I correct my heart,
and we simply praise the Lord
Nine times outta ten,
I'm just mixing up my soul
Giving my heart some sharp directions to control
I need you to please me,
but in this little friction My diction is punished by the reason
of restriction
Now we simply
praise the Lord...
(correcting my heart, yeah)
(nine times outta ten...)