INVISION

[Intro]
Sit down, little man
Smoke a cigarette
Let time go by
(Salem)
(Hysteria)

[Chorus]
I'm rollin' blocks, like raw papers and blunt wraps
I gave ya' homie a jaw breaker, his luck passed
I must ask, have you been stuck up, or had to duck gats?
Since rug rats, been fucked up, and paid the plus tax
This shit unbearable, bro yo' music is terrible
If I hear that shit again, I'll make ya' face become wearable
We are un-comparable, to the game, bitch, I’m marital
You ain't no competition, bitch, these verses are parables
It get lonely when you movin', and they plateauin'
And the flow they used, is corny, and it's mad stolen
I thought it'd be alright, if I just kept the cash flowin'
Protect yourself, or you gon' end up wit ya' ass showin'
Astral projection, came back for a second
And realised my life was much better in Heaven
This is a lesson, about hate, love, and oppression
None of this shit matter, if the casket's where you steppin'
Cast a sigil, it's intention to prey upon your demise
I despise, any fucka', who look at me in the eyes
Tellin' lies, actin' like they ain't wishin', Akuma dies
While he cries, sittin', bitchin', and shootin' up at the sky
I, pray these kids continue lovin' life
And I also pray that they don't meet up with a cutting knife
You won't win the fuckin' race if you ain't runnin' right
And you'll get passed up every option, if the sun is bright
So whats yo' motive, why you waitin', why you holdin' back?
Start yo' dream, and don't be chasin' trophies or a golden plaque
Time is passin', so don't get closed up in that cul-de-sac
Acknowledge it or not, that is truly just the repulsive fact
Momma asked if I'm scared of dyin'
The more I think about it, inside I be hiding
And that's because, I’m pussy, and can't be compliant
But I'm just lookin' for an answer, while I'm near rhyming
Used to spend my time alone, just sittin' in the mirror cryin'
Couldn't stop the pain, and so I kept the fuckin' tears slidin'
Now I, smoke a bowl, and play the music, get my gears grindin'
Death ain't comin' long as doubt's filled, and fears hidin'

[Outro]
Yuh, death ain't comin' long as doubt's filled, and fears hidin', ugh
Aye, we put out music to show how hungry we are, you know, to make it out here in this game an' like shit, it's gotten to the point where you wanna get heard ya' know? Everybody want's to get heard, so we gon' do [?], on some 47 shit-