Lu Sid - No hook

I'm ready to go to war for this shit because I know it's more
To life than just turning up on a daily and staying poor
I know that my gift got less to do with me rapping
My brodie told me my opportunity coming but I ain't sure
Now given I'm swift with the pen, it's ether, the punches Lethal
But I Done seen niggas get sturdy with it and lose to demons
From lack of ambition and changing interest and loss of reason
To drug habits, Fake homies
The law and some trigger squeezing and other unfortunate circumstances
Knock and the devil answers
Play with the fire, Don't get to high or light up them pampers
Ready to die it's all in alignment strike with the hammer
I pray these players don't take my life despite the advancements
We the reckless abandon
Pull our boots by the straps, hit the streets or taking them chances
On the low it's a standard
To creep thru trenches extensive no fucks given, demanded
I trust the riches build but my luck is slimming
I find it comedic it's deemed a cakewalk, Niggas is famished
Like it's easy money but business competes with the family
And these undercovers on wires get wired as well
Funny the user with upper hand put suppliers in jail
Guess being mindful of where you step thru the fires of hell
Can be easy Compared to wage slaving, made you a shell
Sink to my level become complacent, complaining but never feel none
The difference is who out of pocket when them bills come
I put my soul in every line I'm trying to build something
I need a new society for all the real ones
And to my ilk I do this for more than respect
I Don't expect much in return but how you figure it's a catch with no hook
No hook
No hook
No hook
I'm ready to go to war for this shit because I know it's more
To life than just chilling out on the porch or by corner stores
If I don't do it for something then What do I do for
It's like I walked all the way to the door to sit on the floor
The thought I put in every sonnet just to make it hit like Gin and Tonic
Grip to solid, you can't catch me sleeping, seek and you shall find it
With this nine it doubles as a sleeping pill, Forever silent
We just trying to speak our honest truth and slip through different climates
Give it time and I'll be on the top
Swear if I ain't somewhere in two years I won't be on the block
Exercising that Mathews mentality, I'm on the clock
Fish scale mixed well, and if I got to I'll extort a rock, reign with no consort in lock
Crazy how I stir the pot, no god, no master
What I paint in words is more than hot, no flame, no match
I bet it burns when I'm put on the spot Pro Pain, Bro gas
And when I get that I do more than shop, More gains,
More stash
What you expect from alcoholics who stay moving work when they call please
Everything is everything this is all in a long scheme
Million Dollar plan, what's a band a half to solve beef
He wants to be a rapper but up to bat for the wrong team
Moving bags of raw just to flex the cheese on the mall scene
But one too many piggy's might pull that card from your long sleeve
But you was stressing every time you seen those bills come
You probably put yourself at risk to feed your children
So, when I write I feel My mental trying to build something
I need a new society for all the real ones
And to the masses this is just where I reflect
I want a penny for my thoughts but how I figure it's a catch with no hook
Like, I wrote at least thirty-two bars, but there ain't no hook
I could of punched a hundred tries, but there ain't no hook
Like how you write a whole song, but there ain't no hook
No bait a hundred lines where the fuck is the hook
No hook
No hook
No hook

Written by:
Bryan Henderson

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