Randy P - Icarus

Been a minute since my nigga kicked it with me I been dolo for a minute
Been down and out but no time to pout cuz my dog been waiting for his sentence
See that's the product of our environment
Jobs ain't really hiring no niggas
But that's the life that he chose to live
He chose the streets and I chose the pen
Tell him now just like I told him then
If shit goes down ima hold his kid
And give him the life we was supposed to live
Like gotdamn nigga we spose be big
Fuck
We close as kids
Pac's my nigga but the GOAT is BIG
Knew we was dope as fuck so close like, fuck, we gon blow when we post this shit
Like
Lemme get real now
Oh no, Randy yo fans won't feel this
You feel the heat from the sun
You done flown too close you just might burn like Icarus, hm
It's none of my business but
My art shares a bit of your pain
Just hoping one day you can make a change
But them streets gon remember yo name
Yo gun got a little more aim
And now you slang just a little more cain
I blame government that put us in this shit
To keep us flying close to that flame like
This my way out
The world don't see my vision
We just glued these wings and hoped we fly
Who knew these bars'll be prison
Shit
I don't really need none of it
Reaching for the sun
I been burning like a muhfucka
On God,
Now I'm really falling down from it
Feeling like Icarus
At least I'll put some style on it
I don't really need none of it
Reaching for the sun
I been burning like a muhfucka
On God,
Now I'm really falling down from it
Feeling like Icarus
At least I'll put some style on it
Oh I
Swing sweet chariot
Swing sweet chariot low
Oh I
Swing sweet chariot
Swing sweet chariot low
Lately my nigga
I been feeling like I been bracing for the fall
Lately my nigga
I been feeling like the glue is steady coming off
All of the things, tied to these wings, that carried me slowly dissolve
I been falling like Icarus, maybe the sun didn't love me at all
Lately my nigga
My vices ain't been holding me quite like they use to
The fear and weight
That sat on my shoulders, done turned me to stone like Medusa
Wondering if, I'm really gon fall
Am I gon feel it at all?
Is there a God?
Maybe I'll play him some songs that we had recorded
Like dog
Lately my nigga
This is the most I spoken to anyone
City cold I keep the heater tucked
Incase a nigga wanna make the semi buck
Yeah they gon know that i did it
I ain't coming home for a minute
Just make sure my son can see all the things that we had dreamed of in these writtens

Written by:
randen butler

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