Killer's of the Flower Moon Lyrics

What's an artist with no tortured soul?

WithIn this modern day I rise alone

The only Carpenter to thrive without the corner stone

Used to hone myself on the thrown in the zone of health

What was known would no longer help

When materials shown to grow my wealth

Tryna keep from harming my nerves

Patiently waiting to play in some dumb shit like the army reserve

Is karma deserved?

My plate full fork in the ashpalt

Cup runneth deep with a past that I never ask for

Debt from these government schemes

Hitting the plug pleading for hunnits and cream son it's none what it seems

Alcoholic stress sex running numb in my genes

My cousin fuckin on fiends others sniffin in cane

And I wake up everyday to drink pain then pray I dont aim then spray

It's strange but my brain ain't safe

Cause my saga cold

Like Israelies tormenting Gaza souls

Born in mothers belly but grew to be who my father scold

Peace to shala puffing la full of K2

What happens when you try to fit in with niggas that hate you

Something we all relate to young ungrateful bugging and shameful

Escaping with flagrant vices until it break you

Wild times

Tryna thrive in land that once was mine

Understand

Get yours cause we all was born to die

Anger blinds clarity depriving of ya closure

But The streets bring peace to delinquents who never sober

Lessons learned experiencing the crooked black culture

Til ya last day roll the haze There's no one to console ya