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letra de saving greys - freeform

see how quickfast your trap turn into a trap when you slip backwards
tumble into a mix of mad hood and new money
say bad words, find you in the backwoods rolled up like we huffing
decent words turn diseased ideas while you stay hungry, make plays to take something off the top this cake that i baked lovely, well maybe i should say something, like

you knew what the f-ck this was when you made those decisions
berate those of your friends, while you fake friends all said it was best thing for you to do
now you want me to do something for you, like take anothers life so you could keep the sh-t youve accrued. (no way)

this sh-t you thought was the move
made us all wanna move away from you, pushing past your boundaries in the wrong direction
you’ve refleced those things you have attempted to shelter, now we just a sh-ll when you say h-llo, in this mirror you hold our hands are now separate
you now seem desperate to be next to me leveraged, elevated to the sp-ce where you can see yourself reflect in my moon beam necklace
but you dropped to the place where i leave those that rode the road took my friendship and pushed it to the edge
now you out the door

as quick as its there its gone
as quick as its there its gone
before you notice you’ve blown it
overdose on the dope bags
as quick as its there its gone
as quick as its there its gone
i hope to you give you hope in a form that i wrote about in song

uh well cuz now i’m bouncing
compounding, shrouded syllables and verbs surounded by mountians of hours of work
ground to the dirt, sounds of pr-nouns lifted me by the shirt, verses worked services turned merchant, versus he-rs-s
its worth it
you could see it in my smirk made her skirt lift and her lips wet showed her what’s under the shirt then on the to next curvaceous bird flirting words maybe remind me of my past so much i p-ssed her out my nest to get back to my work

i split backwoods, with mic monsters and fix bad hoods despite money hording mongers that take they time to breakdown these strong familys keepin them strung out longer then laundry drying cords
dripping wet with nervous sweat that my boy might squirt the tek, and bless them with a crack, make it worth his check, can’t send the fax, with a broken neck
won’t be coming back for seconds yet, and better yet, i should keep intact the words worth feeding fans the story’s that seem disconnect, so they can listen close and learn the best way to handle that

ive never done time, but i do take time to appreciate, that we grind out intiate a better future for our family’s than what we had see
gotta be the man seek, alleys that empty to build a kingdom to heaven, a piece of it sent in a demons lost treasure
memories made of lessons, text em the best message available that i didn’t have

and it goes something like this

now im alone again, blowing mota, with hoes i dont know in whips unfamiliar just for a place to stay
selling your bodys not a place for just babes, cause when you on top you not thinking one hit of a rock can rupure the your whole stock of money
you got mopping in, but just as quick as its there its gone in a flash, green turned to white buring ash, at the end of the blunt mixed with crack and its sad

i was shivering, sick, lips, quivering, hit little by little the sh-t that i have left
illiterate hate, i was ill littered with hate, smoked that away when i mixed it on in
but it all piled back up, tried for the life of me f-ck, to hide everything but, out it came, so i punched kicked and screamed
didn’t i say its god who i hate, now its too late

some b-tch droped me off at the liqour store, across the way, cross the street to beg and get enough for the little bottle of james
see someone standing run up to get paid, look in eyes of the woman giving me money but what i’m seeing is pain
the same pain that she had when she gave birth to me that day is what i’m saying. i never meant to hurt you mom or make you cry, i was so ashamed
and the dirt on my face could never cover the mud deep inside of me laced
but luckily harmonically placed on my chakras, gave me a way to see that i could change my ways, meditate and create
manifest a life thats worth a save, and now that god i said i hates my saving grace, its crazy

- freeform

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