Never a Gangster, Never Organized Lyrics

The bible is a warning written by fallen civilizations

Before their oppressors made it their lens for new observation

Analyzing texts has everybody racing

Figuring out a death like new life isn't amazing

And every word feels like a stance that I attack with

Not replying to a text means I have friends I can't go back with

The guidelines on the movie end up becoming way too real

Recognizing that close ones really don't how to feel

It's not society making you tired of me

It's my parallel life to a scholars strife

You argue with a knife but doubt you'll take your life

Won't even take it for granted just expect shit

Don't understand if it's coming for you

Or from you, the blue feeling

The sky's a new hue, I'm outside if there's no ceiling

Messages getting reworked feels quite revealing

All your mantras get touched up, you're still busy dreaming

I got new waves, I'm blinded from no shade, people stand amazed

I'm standing, just grazing on the pastures like an animal

Recognizing my own hands is like an animal

Feeling the times when I'm passed out and isolated

Isn't so different from the trap houses who kind of made it

Difficult to see the end of time for my life

Difficult to write away the taxes of fun

Difficult to rot away and get banged like a drum

Banged like a dead horse shooting new money

Bang Bang to the head, no one dead, but there's new money

Too funny

Getting dissociated, how we made it?

A beat from ILYAS BACKWARDS just a daydream getting complicated