Anonymous / Son of Man Lyrics

Painting my feelings

Don't paint me as villain

I wear the weight no cape on my Back

I'm ready and able and willing

For any dealings aces, jacks

Deal with it and still win

It's really fulfilling

In my bag in my brief and they Thieves and they scheming to steal it

Demon hours

If I go purging don't be astounded

Doing homework I need Allowance

Tonight gon be a show jimmy fallon

Head is clouded where is heaven Round here

What if a nigga not allowed in

It's in the air I stay grounded

Y'all was sugarcoating since Kool aid Pouches

Devil getting close

But I won't Go

They gon try to tour us

Like horoscopes

They tore us

Down to the floor

Won't box me in

I know the ropes

Roy jones

Down 10 toes

On two soles

Maybe I ain't a goat yet cause I ain't Sold my soul

I really been waiting

My back feeling weighted

This time I'm making a statement

Prolific pictures I'm painting

I'm like when will the pain end

Patient but really the thing is

Shootin up prayers amen

Might send a letter to satan

Like what you talking bout

What your problem is

Keep on sending demons out

I'm so tired of this

Just by word of mouth

Spill my consciences

Letters and the documents make sure That it's anonymous

Make sure that shit is anonymous

Never had a pit to piss instead

I'll find my own with all confidence

So I'm bottomless

Facing all consequences

Missing on all this shit just cause My Cautiousness

But niggas dying, you missing the Obvious shows your incompetence

Common sense,

These words are just spewing from The esophagus

Damaged documents straight from My thoughts and man

I promise I will show my prominence

Wanna make it to the top and just

Sky scrape shit you know metropolis

My pen so singed

Hells heat can't damage me I'd be god Damned

In the same boat as back then now I'm the captain

Put it park and belts unfasten

Parkour over the traffic

Like lights camera back flip

I really been waiting

My back feeling weighted

This time I'm making a statement

Prolific pictures I'm painting

I'm like when will the pain end

Patient but really the thing is

Shooting up prayers aiming

Might send a letter to satan

Like what you talking bout

What your problem is

Keep on sending demons out

I'm so tired of this

Just by word of mouth

Spill my consciences

Letters and the documents make sure That it's anonymous

I really been waiting

My back feeling weighted

This time I'm making a statement

Prolific pictures I'm painting

I'm like when will the pain end

Patient but really the thing is

Shooting up prayers aiming

Might send a letter to, letter to

You, the son of man

We the same but I breathe fire Through the diaphragm

Recessive trait from satan

I command a sonogram

I bleed, you bleed too

But what is blood and fam to you Cause I don't fuck with Uncle Sam

Questioning him, the government And the son of god

Hidden flows, they camouflage

Let em know I beat the odd and Ultimatums

If there were souls to these demons

I would take em

But I'll let em live in peace so

Asa lama lakum

If my presence is accepted, I'd take Gifts, presents or power but peace is Preferenced

Peacing lessons together, create a Message

Less of supply and demand and more Of snatch what you hand me

Whether direct or indirected

Like Spike Lee

Never fully known how to Do The Right Thing

Almost fully out my mind don't mind Me

Never known myself so I'm going Through this mirror maze blindly

I don't know when I'll finally find me

Me, me, me

Bullets and the strays yeah

Filling in the blanks yeah

You'll see yourself saying

Take me home and hold me close

Hard to keep calm

With everything going on round here

How long can I find

How long can I find

My mind, my mind, my mind

Mind over matter

Does mine even matter

Family matters

Can't let the wins get low

I can't fathom

The fam, I can't fail them