drame

In the back of the building I roll up a blunt, A little messed up, I’m out of it, I cross the line, I draw my life, it shrinks. Temporary, I break heads, I crush them, I’m the one they accuse, they told me I abuse it. The poison spreads, a bit technical but everything’s hidden in my moves. I send you a kick if you touch my crew. I score points but they give them to them, No surprise it blows up in the stands. I mess up, end up in court, They don’t get why I’m starving for more. I wanna stack it up, eyes shining in front of the cash. I fell back into sentimental thoughts, That’s why I walk over the instrumental. The homies think I’m doing illegal stuff, But everything I got is legal enough. You make money, yeah that’s pleasing, I see the cops, I warn them, they’re fleeing. Your death’s close if it touches my soul, I’ll slit your throat, do it with a blade, Then set it on fire, I’m gone when the alarm rings. I learn about your whole family ending up in tears. Bring all the cash and we’ll lower the weapons, No mercy, we already said it. They talk and make deals just to stack up views, Don’t need that, I’m on the right path, I found the exit. Some talk about the streets without ever living it. Watch the scars, you don’t get them from strangers. I’m the one who crushes you for your lines, I face you, you got regrets, I think I’m right, everything settles When I see you in the morgue. I get life even when I’m high. You talk big when your pockets are full. Working on the weed makes you cough, Come taste the good stuff that could knock you out. I know the fakes, I analyzed them. Stabbed in the back, you’re paralyzed. Don’t play with knives, I’m dangerous, I smoked you. I light one up on the couch, I take them down. Didn’t forget, a bit of cash, not much space. I charged at you in the street, everything comes back. When I pull the guillotine it flows, It’s not grenadine, it’s blood. My mind’s elsewhere when I take revenge. You got no ego, that’s strange. I cut slices, I chop them. Light it up once more and it’s set. Not the same anymore apparently, Normal, given the facts, it was my hate speaking. Never explode, I kept repeating it. 9 a.m. in solitary, they searched my stash. I messed with the cops but ended up in custody. Done playing bandit, I’m out the station under supervision, But I stack it up to make sure the family’s good.