CJ Parchment - Destructive

I'm the Creator
With Self-Destructive behavior
Momma says I need the savior
And prayer
This the part where niggaz say they addicted to paper
But I don't give a fuck about money
Kept a smile on without money
Went a thousand, moved mountains without money
All my street niggaz hear that and say it sound funny
It's cool, I move better with the doubts on me
Bounce for me, Told her make that thing bounce for me
I go rounds make her vouch for me
Make her run routes for me
Hide narcotics in her couch for me
Even catch it in her mouth for me
Supercalifragilistic
Young Black and Gifted
Carefully I studied how the white man make and maintain riches
Fame isn't on my brain too much pain in it
Just sustain and refrain from Cobain wishes
Some say the devil came to collect on his debt, who's next
Every Artist wanna be next and never read the fine print or pretext
I'll never sell my soul, there's so much things I sowed I did not reap yet
I been talking to the reapers, the preachers, the teachers
they all say the same thing
They wish that they can reset and repent
But fuck that in more recent events I've been cheating on death
And I hate when niggaz front about regret
I hate when people run back to they Ex
I hate when niggaz try to skip steps
And I've done all three, so my relationship with self is not the best
I told my mentors keep they stories bout success
I'm not impressed no more
This planet of impression whores left me stressing and pessimistic
I'm still pursuing wisedom
But I wish that I knew less
Cause what you don't know won't hurt you
It might kill you but it won't hurt you
What you don't know
What you don't know
What you don't know
What you don't know

Written by:
Clive Parchment

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