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letra de moonshine - chronic dro

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moonshine

[verse 1: chronic dro]
the feeling, a strange one
a daily routine that don’t phase none
talking up a storm, just blaze one
let the uncertainties settle for just a second

i’m impatient, fed up with every single method
most end off in disappointment
falling apart as if i were disjointed
me and trouble joined by the hip bone

stoned but still flipping between bed sheets
through the gl-ss i see the guap, i’m still counting sheep
this growing sh-t up cut me deep
never slumber, rest with one eye open

day by day zoning out, my head keeps falling
the things you find in my head appalling
maybe life ain’t what it’s meant out to be
at least that’s how i see it being me

in a house full of mirrors, menaces staring back
end of the road, there’s no turning back
did i push my luck a little bit too far?
was i better off being a certified gangstar?

among prison folk i choose to step up my bars
a diamond chilling in a coal mine, no prospect
just a projection of a government project
push all my peoples into contest

quite the contrast, genocide becomes compact
you see comp-ssion but i see combat
bat an eye at me and it shall be blackened
pyramid scheme continue on stacking

i can’t find my balance, stumble through the rubble
any idea i poke feels like jenga, it tumbles down
you can find my ambition in the lost and found
migraines make me cop another pound

wallowing up, sorrow inside my gut
it’s either getting spit out or dropped on you
been reeducated, the motto is still f-ck you
better yet, f-ck truce, we ain’t got nothin’ in common

looking forward to resting in a coffin
death sponsored by black lung coughing
until then, this is all i got pulling me through
what’s inside my cup, it ain’t nothing new

[hook]
i think the whole world’s going insane
i fill my mind up with liquor, and drink away the pain
i think the whole world’s losing its brain
i fill my brain up with liquor, and drink away the pain

[verse 2: chronic dro]
uh, this past year i made some decisions
one of which was to ignore all opinions
picking off biters with a sniper’s precision
cut them all off with a simple incision

alone is where i’m at, head banging with my fist up
visiting company, is been a while
tell me to do something but it’s futile
a man can change the world, but it ain’t worthwhile

skeletons under my bas-m-nt since the age of six
broken man come to our block for a fix
we flip it for premium, plus the interest
and we feel just like wall street for junkies

supply and they demanding us for surplus
luckly we we took no part of the search bust
now the brighter days are behind us
looking ahead, see an outcast of my shadow

horizons narrow, pull back bow and arrow
plunge into the depths of devious deeds
only one need, chug brew to wet the whistle
like wd-40 to a rusty ol’ pistol

let the shots ring out when it gets wild
can’t function as it is, lay off for a while
if you push me, expect lead to penetrate
i’ll just let the hammer drop to its fate

so fast you don’t get to see karma hit your face
no remorse so every motive penetrates
no sweat steeping up to even higher stakes
i make the mistake and take my lesson

that’s that, no added concentrate
one hundred percent experience, no extra my n-gga
no more staring down, be cautious all around
your circ-mference out for our trust funds

succ-mb to that old fib, just another kid
no love to transpire, feeling so uninspired
you can relate to all that, sense it like hot fire
it peels back your eyelids at night

you try to ignore the truth, it’s there in plain sight
you can’t pretend it’s nonexistent
every doubt had to be pushed back by resistance
bottled up at the bottom of a prison

moonshine

- chronic dro

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