Illustrationz Lyrics

Apocalyptic visions

No pot to piss in so

I'm penny pinching

Nickel flipping

Tryna pack a punch the flow

Never in the trenches

Had dreams when I grow up

Most blood I've seen, scraped knees And bloody nose we was

Riding bikes, meet up with some lil Fellas

Acting like I can fight, our brains Were undeveloped

It got scary at night but boy lemme Tell ya

Its different on they side, choppas Singing aca acapella

Pew, pew, bop bum

These kids don't know nun

Wonder why

Cousins, uncles and daddy's

Lives are done

It's raining it's pouring

Tears under the sun

Look around it's a flood

They just wanna have fun like

Bounce, jump

Bounce, jump

Hands up

Don't draw the gun

Drawing blood

This a kids book don't draw the Blood

Bounce, jump

Bounce, jump

Hands up

Don't sound the gun off

Now run, don't walk

Get loud, don't talk

Devil my neighbor

Distant with savior

We all want the paper, want the Green, Mother Nature

Life's a bitch dont save her

Give an inch, take an acre

Tryna cover Fader, catch a fade or get Ya weight up

They'll stain ya

So I don't say much

I don't really say nun

Need a translator

Goin insane

They'll try to sedate us

Our stories already written

Imma be the illustrator

Once upon a time

Once upon a 9

8, 7, 6, And then 5 young men just Getting by

No where near civilized

Just tryna stay and feel alive

But what they feel inside always been Pushed to the side

Once they too deep it's hard to Change them wrongs to right

That's all they really knew of

Used to the streets and outside

And then they grew up

Running back and forth basically Suicide

But they better touch that line cause What's on it is there lives and they

Goin insane

Rain rain go away

But it always stayed

That's The way they was raised

Neglect and projects had an effect on What's next

But it's no time to reflect

They just Tryna get that check and Make it

Bounce, jump

Bounce, jump

Hands up

Don't draw the gun

Drawing blood

This a kids book don't draw the Blood

Bounce, jump

Bounce, jump

Hands up

Don't sound the gun off

Now run, don't walk

Get loud, don't talk

Devil my neighbor

Distant with savior

We all want the paper, want the Green, Mother Nature

Life's a bitch dont save her

Give an inch, take an acre

Tryna cover Fader, catch a fade or get Ya weight up

They'll stain ya

So I don't say much

I don't really say nun

Need a translator

Goin insane

They'll try to sedate us

Our stories already written

Imma be the illustrator