Moja F - Death Row

I get higher than high, when I feel lower than low
They ask me Moja, what's your problem?
Man I don't even know
I know I used to be human
Til they stole most of my soul
Well I guess that's how it goes
When you was born on death row
I get higher than high, when I feel lower than low
They ask me Moja, what's your problem?
Man I don't even know
I know I used to be human
Til they stole most of my soul
Well I guess that's how it goes
When you was born on death row
Any day now these four walls
Will soon collapse with a vengeance
And tell me sorry there's no room
Left for a black man with feelings
They gave me ass an eviction
And I'm not mad cause I get it
To kill the black man off so early
That's a practical ending
I just want a bad bitch up on my dick
To make my fly zip down
Plus ninety-thou
So can flex like
Tyra Powell, you like me now?
I'm from a weird place, addicts drive silver Impalas
The dealers are walkers, you fuck around
Get killed for a dollar
It's like these demons be begging
Me for a second, I was trying to fuck the world
But I guess it seems we be pegging
So tell me what's your wager Taja
Come right to my place to blaze up
Other dudes aint shit so come and
Fuck with Mr. Playa Playa
I feel the world turning when I hear the birds chirping
I make the church nervous when burning
Through the first of service
I flip the birdie first before I let me thirty burst
I'll burst your cervix, make you wonder if your
Birth was worthless
I get higher than high, when I feel lower than low
They ask me Moja, what's your problem?
Man I don't even know
I know I used to be human
Til they stole most of my soul
Well I guess that's how it goes
When you was born on death row
I get higher than high, when I feel lower than low
They ask me Moja, what's your problem?
Man I don't even know
I know I used to be human
Til they stole most of my soul
Well I guess that's how it goes
When you was born on death row
Someone tell CheynnaVeli
That I'll invade her belly
And make her tell me that she loves me in a vacant telly
I'll have you lay with Chelsey
Right at my place for twelve weeks
Don't run away, there's no escaping
Out the baker's deli
I get so high that I get lost
It's a hobby
I know a million and one people
But can't talk to nobody
I woke up one day
On my left there was a lethal injection
On my right I saw more days full of me and depression
I shoved the needle in my chest
I thought it keep me from stressing
But when I'm walking past a mirror now
I see no reflection
I guess that I'm the living dead
A pimp that's from a distant land
I'm not trynna fuck
Get out my fricken bed you chicken head
If she not fucking or sucking a brother nuts before ten
I'll kick the bitch out then I'll call her ass
The Headless Horseman
It's like my death be calling me
Just trynna sell some more shit
I hang the phone up
Cause it's never all that damn important
I get higher than high, when I feel lower than low
They ask me Moja, what's your problem?
Man I don't even know
I know I used to be human
Til they stole most of my soul
Well I guess that's how it goes
When you was born on death row
I get higher than high, when I feel lower than low
They ask me Moja, what's your problem?
Man I don't even know
I know I used to be human
Til they stole most of my soul
Well I guess that's how it goes
When you was born on death row
I get higher than high, when I feel lower than low
They ask me Moja, what's your problem?
Man I don't even know
I know I used to be human
Til they stole most of my soul
Well I guess that's how it goes
When you was born on death row

Written by:
Moja F

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