MOTR (Middle of the Road)

I tried to take you all away
From the place where dark nights
Been as cold as ever
I tried to take you off with me
But if the streets hold you back
You’ll be gone forever
I tried to take you all away
From the place where dark knights -
They don’t go to heaven
I tried to take you off with me
But if you walk the same walk
You’ll be gone in the middle of the road

One step, but in which direction?
I stepped in. Alone in the room
And its too empty
My mind is an entrance, but it isn’t cleansing
I said “I won” ’s the title
But titles is just the ending…
He say that he want beef -
Should I lend him a couple?
Turn his bad rep to rubble
Man chattin’, seeing weakness
Cah I keep quiet. Need a ceasefire
No vision of bleeding man before I retire
Don’t want to breed riots or breathe fire -
That’s why I quit cursin’
And you role is being a lead liar
In past dreams - can you leave iron?
The irony is that it’s metal
And metal is what indeed I am
A deep lion, or is it simply I need triumph?
Cah when I see my life crumble, then I can see Zion
See why I’m in need of being able to see higher?
I know myself, and Im guilty -
Don’t even need trial. Done

When you ain’t for realer -
Gun blaze for scrilla
So come, pay my liver!
Don’t complain or give up
Unashamed cah dumb games
Contained my river
I’m a son of the sun like them
Who’s your hero? Are you a true hearer -
One foot in the new era?
Where’d it start - “6 / 7 foot…”
Wearing a New Era?
Ballie on, strallie - all load up
And its so clever
Cah you take your own out
With a strap in this cold weather
They calculatin’ you as a stat
And we all fed up
And I must blow the game -
No homo, I hold pen up
They never let me speak
I dont preach, but they won't bread us
And the street is just as mad
As the head of some cold breddah
With his finger on the trigger
And he figure when he slip up
Then he lift up both the sticks up
And he let that milli rip up -
Ain't a stick up
Life in the pen - exciting?
Yo get your tip up
You’ll see a C.O. before CEO’s
And if I’m having a daydream
Can you judge that?
Cah little dudes, they do gunclap
And they use that strap
And if they don’t?
You see, my little cuz got jacked
And now he’s runnin’ with a shank
Ready to slice that cat
I told him “Bruddah, you should eazy
Cah you lost that match.”
And he told me “Nah, Im 17
So you should bun that chat!”
He thinks that running with a team
Gon’ protect like packs
And I told him: “Go and break his face
But don’t you pull knife out”
My dead grand-uncle
Spent his whole life in the trap
And half the family’s dead drinking…
Why you fooled like that?
But I don’t think he’ll ever listen -
He’s too cool, and its wack
As life don’t call you like a mistress
With a new contract - you nah…