WEAK MANIFESTO

[Verse One]
To lies I can't attest
I can't function on this rest
Speaking to the reverend
Trying to justify revenge
Existence more than stressed
Bending to my needs, my love just cannot stretch
She's getting on her knees
Yeah, she loves me to the death
Hip hop is just a hex
Step into this plane, you're curious, same time perplexed
I'm married to the game, my name tatted on her chest
Loved ones struggle but not in vain, I think of it as a test
This 9 to 5 pain is on my brain, tends to make me feel upset
Remember to bend not break, keep it up and I'll be next
Waiting for my turn, trying not to step out of line
I looked into his urn, turned my head so I don't cry
Loved ones on my mind, but at least new hustle never dies
I do this all for you and it'll happen in due time
My whole soul spit into a bowl, empty it within few lines
Pour it on a river while angels keep me close, watch me make it dry

[Hook]
Shaken up and unorthodox
My image different from what's usually stuck on top
The roof's really been caving in
Powder in the room, now my shoes under shades of tint

Climbing up the stairs
Broke all the windows just for a fresh breath of air
Y'all foundation could still get cracked
Stuck in my head but I'm still on the tracks

[Verse Two]
To know everyone's true intentions you gotta read the room
It's signs everywhere, but some could lead you to your doom
UV to see fluids, what they doing, find test tubes
Eavesdrop on conversations to find out they talk about you
"He's a little weird, must be in his jeans and in his Grey's anatomy"
Fakes are mad at me, the look on his face, he must've faced a tragedy
Why do I flinch whenever palms gets raised around me?
Don't know what happened to get here, I swear that all the hate's astounding
He's racing out of town, and he's facing louder crowds
They shouting shit out but none of it is making him proud
How do I rep my city when they kill everyone who does
How am I supposed to love when everyone I touch turns to dust
Rappers are said to act hard but I just don't know
I've never cracked cards but I guess that I've got a soul
I've done dirt, and I've flipped skimmed through all the codes
But facades stay on earth and you can't fake it in a hole

[Hook]
Shaken up and unorthodox
My image different from what's usually stuck on top
The roof's really been caving in
Powder in the room, now my shoes under shades of tint

Climbing up the stairs
Broke all the windows just for a fresh breath of air
Y'all foundation could still get cracked
Stuck in my head but I'm still on the tracks