Frank Knight and Chuck LaWayne - Forecast of the Hot Tempered

I got the rap game sowed and held in my possession
And since I’m of the universe I manifest my blessings
Knowing even my struggle sacred so I don’t share my stressing
This why even as a catholic I could never do confession
See we breathe the same air, but we in different situations
Don’t pedestal yourself and start pretending you relating
Mr. Alter-boy lusting Priest tell I the truth
How is your side of the booth any more fireproof
… Like we can’t see you
You alter and misinterpret scriptures for your own evil
This ain’t shots at the sky for the holy one watching us
It’s a wake up call stop getting conned they got enough
Of money and time stop the religious extremists
They a freakish occult, the real sickest death demons
Rob you for your funds while your kids wrist is bleeding
Cause they lids is tweaking they don’t see the gift in breathing
Can you blame them though knowing all the pain they hold
Breaking slow hatred grow feeling like ain’t no hope
Living on earth but burning like we been chained below
Slaves yelling kill yourself if you ain’t caking yo
All for a gang of dough they don’t play the game with code
They just here gaming cold lost at how they shamed they soul
Jealously the way they role misery the weight they hold
Wanting you to take the load hoping you degrade your glow

Hard the break the cycle when you children of a broken cycle
Trying to save your psyche from falling victim to the psychos
See missing fathers sponsor death by unfathered breaths
So O.G.'s with the reps manipulate and martyr flesh
A lot of lost boys and girls stumble trying to find they steps
Slip stooping down to Satan’s porch via finesse
Becoming pawns to the board till they chalked and wept
See seduction from longed approval is how they get kept
You see the ghetto father figures, be the gutter oasis
Teaching dark layers like shave onions and faces
Do Pringles with Jabba’s head stack big faces
Pump the strip and run the block while that pig chase us
Ain't no acting kindly cause the world so grimy
They sponsoring the bodies making bodies out of bodies
Bills make death’s clean as a sweater on Cosby
Was smooth as a Isley now dark as Ozzy
Young Peter Potter life Harry see’s my eyes born (Osbourne)
Into a scared life that made me a victim in a war
Manifested in the core by a sick wicked force
Wasn't copping cane, but damn I was getting raw
Foolish used materials to mask true hurt
New shoes new pants new watch new shirt
New this new that but wish I would of knew that
What I did was only showing me where the noose at

Written by:
AMIN SHABAZZ, FRANKLIN KNIGHT

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