Alton & Franklin

I shoot my shot a lot so my form stay right
Take back control over my damn life
Quit that nine to five cause that ain’t life, I stayed nice
I pray for the day we raid ice, the kids in cages
I’m burning pages, with the same lighter I burn the sage sticks
I reek of sage stench
My father Christian, we remind me of Alton and Franklin
Cancer ridden mother she battling stages
It bother me her story finna end and I’m still turning my pages
I make money with my tongue, so I ain’t ever over concerned with them wages
I got accepted in my dream school and I ain’t concerned with the majors
As long as I eat and fuck three times a day and night I’ll be happy and stable
Two wrongs can’t even make a right I’m from the H so this is grape and the syrup isn’t maple
My uncle Mario had fucking horses in stables
I only seen him like twice but now he in the ground
I never saw my papa and I still feel that pain by the pound, it’s astounding nigga
I still feel pain by the-
Had like three dollars in the tank
I ain’t the type to act all good like shit don’t stink
Man, how this gas but the shit don’t stink
And when you down, ain’t shit around but when you eating it’s great
It’s not a love scene me and she didn’t make
Shoutout to Bri for holding me when it was tears in my face
It’s hard being an actor in your own life everyday
It’s not a black being I can’t even thank
Black king, never lacking I’ll point this thing in your face
I’m trying to buy my girl a pistol, maybe like a forty eight
I’m leaving the state, and I’ll only feel relieved when she safe
I need one too cause at times it’s like a solid being ain’t around
Fucked up my ears from increasing the sound
I fucked my heart and art up thinking she’d still be around
I’ll feel sane when they lay my body deep and blood seep in the ground
I feel this pain by the pound not an ounce or nothing
They call me insane cause I ain’t never lit a strain a ounce or nothing
My daddy say I make it harder for myself for fun
And when the problems arise my son why you don’t run from nothing
When the problems arise my son why you don’t run from nothing
Cause that’s the easy thing to do
And I always make it harder for myself
I be closing off the world and then forgetting I got help
I often burn my bridges cause I figured that my swimming would be on fucking Michael Phelps, my nigga