Verse:
It feels like a ghost town, they're getting close now, I hear the bark of the basset hounds in surround sound/
My heart racing, running uptown, ducked in a crowd, heard the shots fired, lucky this time around/
I keep it moving, cuz I seen them pursuing, stole a Denali from a Sally to continue my movement/
Returning to the mecca to see a Large Professor, bullets riddling the car from a Colonel Jessup/
I looked down, saw ketchup, dripping out my arm, god darn i feel alarmed, I’m bout to get swarmed/
By the Gestapo's tryna debacle, and turn me to a cuckold, I grabbed a 40 bottle and left they brain boggled/
I’m sorry I’m so hostile, I’m not an apostle, it just doesn’t seem possible with my role models/
I‘m driving over potholes, running for the border, no way I’m taking orders from a fucking employer/
Chorus:
I feel like I’m the last one left, I’m tired of running, can’t catch my breath/
They tryna murder me, and shut me down, I aint going nowhere, i be under the ground/
I feel like im the last one left, I’m tired of running, can’t catch my breath/
They tryna murder me, and shut me down, but I aint going nowhere, I’m under the ground like that/
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Steeped in cool-tone sounds that nod to ’90s greats Tribe, Gang Starr, and Souls of Mischief, this record channels the spirit of the Chicago everyman, propping up the notion that true power belongs to the people. Riffs & Rhymes
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a blend of lyric majesty ontop of a cachophony of sounds that stir my soul's intent into question?im serious .love love love this melodic poet. cafriner