Turquoise

Born and raised in California, famous for kush weed and pussy
And mass producing outlaws like my father when he cooks speed
But little did I know I’d be worse than them all
My littlest brother scarred from watching me just hurt from withdrawals

Yo- once the world try to crush you, pick yourself up and move
Cause whether or not, you know it or not, somebody looks up to you
As I was looking up at the sky, and stars, I’m wishing upon
And little by little my riddles I lit ‘em like nitroglycerin bombs

Delivering riveting rivers of rhythm and given this shit I be spittin’ it bigger and wicked
And little by little committed to middles and mental hospitals
And livin’ it vivid, the visions are vivid, the witches are wicked
The rhytmn is sick and I’m spitting it vicious
Given the gifted, the givers, I’m giving it, give me a minute I’m in it to win it

The reign, rhythm and pain, and living the withering
Give me the strength, to get up and gain
Give me a sayin’ and get up and live it and give it again
Minute of pain, of all the insane, and once you change in life it’s painful
Thank god my guardian angels and my saints, I must say thank you

(2x) Thank you, for the fire in my soul
And the angels, that you assigned to my patrol
And the saints who, redesigned another road
It was painful, made me a diamond out of coal

I know I talk a lot about all that darkness
I seen, beauty as well
I seen, this rhythm is giving me shit I be spitting that voodoo type spell
I seen, forgive and forget and be living and driven’, infuse it so well
The center of giving, the middle of living and sticking this true to yourself

But I met this Vietnam vet, the dude was battling cancer
He took time out of his life, to try and help me find answers
He taught me grudges’ll kill me, time to right all my wrongs
Of all these people, I’m even deceiving the seasoned, the fight in em’s gone

That’s why I had to find change, that’s why I walked up those stairs
And told my stepfather I’m sorry for that war I declared- for twenty years
And I hugged him, swear to god I ain't playing
And when I left the house I knew that as a man I was changing

I’m sending props to my dad, dog I know that you tried, to be that better man
I’m proud of you, keep living in line
I’m thanking god for my life, for passing out
But if I keep making up with everyone, then I’ll have no one else to rap about

(3x) Thank you, for the fire in my soul
And the angels, that you assigned to my patrol
And the saints who, redesigned another road
It was painful, made me a diamond out of coal