Deep Breaths Lyrics

All I want is deep breaths how Come am still awake from last night I couldn't sleep ,

Visions of my life and Memories got me digesting grass at night like sheep,

I smoked twelve joints today god damn I hate growth got me dodging all this pain to my head like am Mayweather The goat.

I grew up dead bodies at my back yard done better than the Mexican way ,

Six am I asked my Big bro do you wanna See dead bodies he thought it's a prank I was to young for such if my nigga said I didn't see nothing then I didn't See nothing .

A Bunch of OG at my front door smelling like grass,

Who ME I didn't see no thing ,police showing up high Mr nice Lights but I still didn't see nothing.

Relocated to the hostels and I saw worse ,

Every Mondays ma school shoes were full of blood .

I'll never be obsessed with the red bottoms my whole hood is dangerous,

You can walk in my shoes I give you that I'll be at the Bay bare feet tryna catch these deep breathes like am Nietzsche.

We went to the shop came back the OG was shot dead took the Drinks for our selves even though we were to Young For high shelves.

I was lost as kid and for the first and last i failed a school full year on my school grades,

Kids wearing white tops young Ben is sky Blue from knee high to T shirt.

Feeling like a black sheep

I got involved in so many fights and

I grew claws another bear in a sheep skin ma nigga say what ?

Hostile life hot women taking showers in public toilet with no doors,

Young niggas passing by peeping flesh .

I guess it's how I fell in love with Nyash and thighs

Five pm at Grounds with the Nazareths blowing natural horns,

And stomping grounds am on time for the sunsets and deep breathes.

Half of my younger days were like a run in the apocalypto.

I almost drowned,

I almost got hit by a miss fire

I almost got chopped up for voodoo spells and black magic.

I almost got hit by a drunk driver playing hide and seek in the projects .

I almost fell in love with the crack and never came back.

Thank God for hiphop

Started out in the heart before we went to the park.

To many almost I bet you almost passed this song,

On your doubts on a grown boy and I thank God I almost never Picked up the pen but i did in "o" nine

I dropped my first verse with no mics or Rap plugs nor friends,

Still looking for these deep breathes with no ends.

I got exposed to the game at the bat in O10 ,

But I was at the back painting pictures of freedom fighters and last ings In our tribes.

Two years later am back with my niggas its the COMG style we in charge of the game ,

Careers died my niggas Dropped a diss that the Rap game will never forget.

Things that I did with the gang were never meant for the record

But since these niggas getting paid of the things That we do in Real life,

I am on point with the drills am just behind in the game it's to bright,

I got inspired by metaphors and Punchlines most of these rappers got inspired by ad-lips and auto-tune switches, My Verse so good got you confused like the death of Pac or George Floyd.