Tortured poetry Lyrics

21 road I'm a festac baby

Came from the trenches so it's f you

Pay me

Came from a place of fraud banks scammers and wretched police

Pain up in my voice cause I'm a tortured poet

O God knows this

Put my feelings on the mic and leave it there that's real

It's only when you're broke you know the cost of a meal

Then you'll never blame the man who robs and steals

Life ain't a bitch

It's a big buff black Nigga

And if you a bitch he'll do what he wants with ya

So carry your mind like a Glock with a fucking switcher

You don't need to be a killer to think like a fucking killer

Ask all my niggas I've always been a real nigger

But when times where tough and I was down where were you

But if I do the same that's a fucking dick move well fuck you

Na why I carry my shoe

My size 12 wey feel like a size 22

It's so hard to sit down and tie my shoes

It's so hard to be me but I know it's harder to be you

I know the bars are true why?

It's God that told me

Straight from the mind of a tortured poet.