Ab$olute_369 - Imprisoned Thoughtz

We must've paid homage to a devil, yeah

Talkin' to myself, everything seem normal..
Heavy built bars, weighed out to George Foreman
Lotta niggas talk shit, but they not important Don't even know Spanish, still got the pack
imported
Transforming, just did another performance

Bout to show the whole world with my throat slit open
Dead bodies tend to get cold in the hottest moments
Still twisted in a dark world of little emotion
It's crazy how they say they love you, still do you the coldest

Falling deeper into my lyrics, becoming a poet Falling deeper into my music, becoming devoted
Searching hard within my logic, trying to find a motive
A true artist painting an image through his paranoia
Getting stupid high, rolling trees on thr sequoia
The mind is poison, need to watch where you put your focus

As a reminder, to all the times that they left me broken
Still giving it everything, I give it everything My mind on bigger things, I got bigger dreams
Falling off and not succeeding, that just can't be me
And fuck what people think, you were never helping me

Riding out every day, going hard on every beat
Broken and homeless, can't even find a place to sleep
Look what they did to me, look what they did to me
Please tell me, when will a nigga ever be free

We'll never be free cause we all slaves Lord have mercy on my soul

Put an angel halo over my head cause this shit get hectic in this world
Cold ass world bout to go and tear you up Bits and pieces going down
Cause you bout to go uh Think to yourself like shit

Is this world really hell? Is this shit really heaven
I can't even fucking tell Where am I really going on this..
Dark ass road This dark ass road
It's feeling so cold It's so evil and uh corrupted
I Don't give a fuck
Cause this shit's really uh Malfunctioning in my head
Like what's the purpose of this life that we living in
Every single day we're just fighting for a purpose

Cause the slaves that we working as Don't even know
Cause I'm living on my problems in the past
Cause I hate it and I smoke it all so I can forget about it
Shit, why do I even think about it? Shit, cause the government

Got you thinking all types of fuckery shit Like when are we gonna die
When are we gonna do all this right from wrong
I don't know but I might jot it on the song
I don't even write on the paper anymore I wonder why the lord speaks to me

Every day when I wake up in the morning
Ayee

Written by:
Matthew Clark, Martin Corona

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