Purple Monkey Sircus - Blud (feat. JHÔN The Gift & Qx3rd)

Unconditional love for additional beings besides self
Must see what's inside self
Reflection shown can't find happiness in someone else
Who the wealthiest is
Fishing I'll teach you
Only possessives will need you
You'll be blessed if they knead you
Watch you grow
Mold you
Feed you
Is it normal to seek truth
We cling to youth
But the strongest have deep roots
Soo abundant they drop jewels
Give gifts and they leave tools
For you
Not their pet
Better yet not their child
Ain't seen them in a while what happened to their smile
Take a kiss for every moment that I missed you
Not knowing I had issues
Now knowing that I miss used you
Yeah
Nah
Damn
They're trying to cast me in the wrong role
Don't gotta say it to my face
Your hatred
Say it to my soul
Is it ok to be myself?
I know the infamous 'they' out yelling
I'm useless
Threw away the excuses in case I'm doomed to just
Be another 'get used to me' that used to be
Tell me what you think of my attempt
I wonder will they brag about me
If my wallet full of pocket lint
I'm off the diving end
Whenever I can leave my loneliness for genius
They trade bibles in for bullets
Get to selling dope for demons
Borrowed Jhôn's guitar
He told me "we could pull some strings
And even make them stay tuned"
They're trying to prosecute us for our langston hues
Outerspatial views help me reroute stars
I press a pen into the paper
Til it bleed out bars
Get yours, nigga
We got ours
Got 'em
Wondering what type of shit he full of
That make him quick enough to kick
A rhyme they wish they could of
That bullshit ain't good enough
From you anymore

Written by:
Johnathon Kristian, Quinton Timmons

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