PESADOEMOURO ft. Loneninjah Lyrics

Never been

On my

Fucking knees

Standing firm

Against life

And discrepancies

Devising methods

Lined

With weapons

In which

My heart

Has conceived

Know

I've lost

My faith

In others

Beliefs are

Under ravines

If not crafted

From my hands

Then what is

There to believe

With everything

I've achieved

I've toiled

Below the bottom

To feel the grips

Of the Sun

The Light

Is reaching

The Grotto

My hands

Are scarred

From the throttle

Cause

Keep on going

The motto

Continue

Being myself

Despite not

Fitting the model

Niggas wouldn't

Understand me

Lack of

Monetary gain

Telling me

That I should

Profit

From my pain

Just adapt

To every change

And dumb it down

For any fad

Before it fades

As you can tell

We are not

The fucking same

Universal niceties

Reach without

Their eyes

To see

My attitude

Been rather

Pleasant

Often held

In high esteem

Enshroud

The crowds

With all

My love

But in

The end

I can't trust em

If my brother

Tries to

Cross me

Even once

Then I'll gut em

End of discussion

This ain't

Competitive nature

Been like this

On and off

Paper

In person

Very reserved

Yet still

Continuing capers

I'm playful

With passions

Decided

If it doesn't

Make me happy

Then I'll trash it

Not like these

Crabs

In a basket

Who will hold

Each other back

Due to jealousy

That they're masking

Hoping for the worst

Negativity works

It's magic

Until its

All you got

And there

Ain't no comfort

To bask in

I've faced this

Most my life

But now

That barriers

Bashed in

Cashed in

From working

7 days a week

Aches sour

As it gets

Gwuala

Sweeter than

Mesquite

Cheffing up

My next move

Flambe yet

To reach its peak

Burning every

Doubt in sight

Depicting that

The future bleak

Still feel the

Scrutiny

Criticized by

Life itself

Seems If I

Suppress the soul

I get a

Higher chance

At wealth

My heart isn't

Weighed in gold

Take that shit

To someone else

Took this literary path

Cause they're

The only ones

Who helped

When I couldn't

Afford a therapist

My mind

And body

Turning derelict

My losses

Had been turned

To my own gifts

Accepting

What's to come

With an

Optimistic shift

Leaves my frames

With a somewhat

Lighter tint

So with

An altered

Perspective

I use my art

As transgressions

And niggas

Don't have to

Like me

But they'll be

Forced

To respect it

And though

This life

Is untimely

I'll utilize

Every second

Cause no matter

What I do

I know

Success has

Been destined

The drive

I presented

The life

I've invested

The blood

Sweat

And tears

That would

Appear from

Every session

My instrument

A pen

Along with gab

That I've been

Blessed with

The livelihood

Of I

Serves as

A guide

To the intrepid

The drive

I presented

The life

I've invested

The blood

Sweat

And tears

That would

Appear from

Every session

My instrument

A pen

Along with gab

That I've been

Blessed with

The livelihood

Of I

Serves as

A guide

To the intrepid