PSA


-Verse 1-

I don’t know why the sane went
Beingness faded the self
Blamelessness is alien
Living for God’s forgiveness
The guilt was thought to be a daze
A haze of remorse placed itself
In vision’s way
Deep blinding fog descended
At integral phase of aim
Dejection distresses nous to detachment
Hubs of anima reveal beautiful blood
Upon questing roots for younger yours truly
In figure and essence before Sid’s buzz
A boy doomed by Grim to loss so unruly,
Betrayal, sirens, abuse, and violence.

(Chorus)

What is the path?
What is the point?
To die young or live in the joint
Smoking a joint loading hollow points
Running through these dark trenches
Pushing product for riches.
Jumping over fences
Embedded into the senses
At this rate you’re bound to sink us (x3)
Zip your lips you washed up simp
Do you know what Hell will do?
Beam on the blicky
A bindi for you
Do you know what Hell will do?
Worst case for you is
Leading us to pull up and shoot.
Bitches disloyal so they get no love (x2)
Shorts and socks full of them drugs (x2)
You flexing hard.
Ego death
You need to stop before you lose your breath

-Verse 2-

Is that suppose to be a threat you has-been ass gangbanger?
You are food in the field
Don’t get it misconstrued
To this day pushing lines over a decade
With vivid direction
You move aimlessly with no real protection
Making a mess
You’ll be made into one, you keep on talking it
It’s all about money and checking these hoes
Love is a trap
You need a hug
It sounds like you hurt
Making all these excuses
Do you want death?
Not if you don’t
Maybe, you say?
Elaborate.
Raise up your fists less
You snitch and you lame.
Say no more you runt
Running fades my name.

(Chorus)

-Verse 3-

Unforgiving streets will kill you in your sleep
Pill poppin’ had to stop still like to sip lean
Though you beat it, traces bide
For your bow all in due time
(No you won’t)
This will never die
Endless assault of terror
B’s flying out of the barrel
Like the chamber’s a hive.
Pestilence in the sky
Niggas whack the ones whom they
Pledge their loyalty high on
Hoes are all the same tools
For pleasure and liquidity
Aiming towards the heart
Trapped her in its event horizon
Feelings only come when
Nuts getting stuck her cavities
You niggas don't wanna bat with me! (Sick).