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letra de glass window - nino bless

[verse 1]
yeah
scandalous men, pray and wanna see me strangled
or my brain hanging, dangling from my brim
d-mn it i fell, but i’m standing again
with anchors on my ankles, i swim
through the sharks with blood gashed from my skin
raw, my heart, gargantuan
sh-t is branded within, i handled my sins
manned up, then i stamped my amends
i candidly carried my fam through this famine, that grants an amen
trapping was tense, but i’ll be d-mned if i be trapped in content
(nah)
imagine me settle for less, now that’s a pretty picture
ain’t it? wish you could paint it, hater
save it, degraded by these “who are they’s?”
the dude ain’t phased, i give’em that fill-in like tooth decay
the rules are stained, these students wanna school the game
give’em a inch, they take a foot, it’s no wonder why the ruler’s changed
my mood’s the same, i’m manuvering through my lane
i’m removing intruders- “hi judas!” then wave with a hadouken flame

[verse 2]
you get my all when i perform this for you
long as my thoughts’ll soar and orbit, til i shuffle off this mortal coil
realized, there’s no loyal-ty, in this industry
where friends turn to enemies, just to protect a ent-ty
to appease listeners or get richer
got a poster of christopher wal-lace here
but still don’t see the big picture
peeps in the streets get this
my success, a letter to mrs. dumped-for-the-mistress
read it and weep b-tches
please, aside from these creeps near my zone
the government’s eyes are watching me through my iphone
easily located, seem to be more jaded
yet i’m what r.o.a.m.’s abbreviated to mean, and ain’t motivated
the more i’m hated, the more the stakes raise in this game
they try me, friend or foe, i’ll treat’em both like they the same
it’s like that breaking bad scene, say my name
you know it, i’m here to take it all & do you worse than jay did dame

[verse 3: cambatta]
why the f-ck am i here?
what if the silence is really louder than the noise?
and what if my conscious is really god with my voice
i sit and write and envision life in a different light
am i infested when gripping mics like a wizard fight
so sick i might get a kitchen knife then i grip my wrist up tight
stick and slice til i’m rid of life then relive it twice
dice, hoe, then i die two times and i roll and trip at night
this is just the life of an israelite that isn’t white
getting deeper in the net with every gig i bite
mac software, hardware giving tip advice
kicking like a razor in a chicken bite
run across a river like a sprinter might, consider me the kid of christ
i come across then i c-m a cross
then i wipe it on a sinner’s forehead til the c-m is off
love is lost, love is lost, i’m like f-ck them all
who would have thought that the son of god is an undercard?

- nino bless

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