TCP - Raven

My vision panoramic
The way that the homie spitting
Is like voices in the static and they cause a panic
Everybody tryna run quick
Someone grab a gun oh shit 
Time to stand up you understand now
We all stand around joking like a damn clown
And we all keep spinning like a merry-go-round
At the play ground whats the play now
Time to stay down stay down

Go to poke your head you get shot instead
With pops from a glock from a family friend
Cause family ends and friends as well
But I guess thats the way to learn about ourselves
About our health about our minds
We spend the time
Figure out rhyme like a mastermind
To master life I'll master mine
You all just sit back and laugh but your last in line
I got death assigned 
To anybody tryna face me
Tryna be a tough guy well i'm known to get crazy
Would you believe I was hades
Coming from the underworld causing pain daily
Nothing you say gonna phase me
Cause i came from the mud hit the breaks and 180'd 
But it seems that i'm seeing here lately
You're takin from my plate and i'm done fucking playing
Alright I see how it is I got you dog
So I run in i'm gunning
Adrenaline rushing
Im buzzing and loving
The feel of over coming
I'll turn you into nothing at the blink of an eye
Leave you living with your cousin serving pizza a slice
Ima beast in the night I unleash on the mic
Like a fiene on a pipe like a beat to the vibe
Stereo to the type there he go spitting ice
Just tryna suffice 
Just tryna survive in this life of mine
Like the life of Pi I've been floating in the ocean
With the notion that I'm nothin but a fraud
A man on a mission thats against all odds
A man all alone never found god
I stand bold to the rope as i'm strapped on
I said hang me right now if i'm that flawed
Or just please release me back to the rap ward 

Stuck in this rap war and ima keep fighting
Heart of a king with the strength of a titan
Never go down yeah ill never be blinded
By the rays of fame or the shine of a diamond
And I keep workin with a passion
That we seem to be lacking
Cause you left all the real rappers packing
Yeah your time was spent bumping fuck that bitch
Then you wonder why the rap game seems like its lacking
And you keep on masking the fact your as wack
As the trash spat by these backward hat
Rather pass having ass rappers
The same type of shit that left the rap game fractured
Someone please call the pastor for the answers
Said when we wake up when the devil chimes in
And the demons try to take us

Written by:
Tegan Powell

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