M!keperry - Conscious

We ride, we on
I'm tryna be optimistic, my conscious telling me different
Who knows, what goes
People see you from different points of view and judge by what you do

I tried, to put it aside
I'm working hard every minute, my conscious Tell me I'm finished
Eyes closed, heart cold
If anybody out there relate tell me if you deliberate

Got a Brand new scrap
So I gotta let it go
Cause now my trust is tested
Never trust a soul
That can get ya head spilt
My Right hand Went lefted
But it ain't nothing, it's expected
God forgives. I don't so I cut down that chance to heaven
Drinking oil, my draco spoiled and I'm on some killing shit
We switched up cars, with different brawds, young hitters up on they pimping shit
Kick a doe
Rob this bitch
Grab the pole
It's obvious
We are not the same, cause I'm in your brain worst than a college chick

Lessons learned
Up down road I keep my pistol close
Spiting down this optimo
Caught me slipping
That's unusual
My brothers keeper, He keep a heater
Get loose in that wife beater
No family guy, but I rolled peter
And This new bird is a desert eagle
Never thought I had to take it this far

We ride, we on
I'm tryna be optimistic, my conscious telling me different
Who knows, what goes
People see you from different points of view and judge by what you do

I tried, to put it aside
I'm working hard every minute, my conscious Tell me I'm finished
Eyes closed, heart cold
If anybody out there relate tell me if you deliberate

New day a new dollar
Living my life like a king, but always facing new problems
My mind get triggered with this burden I tought cause it's big just like papa
Left left left left right right right right left my soldiers don't mind bringing drama
I'ma one man army
People just wanna harm me
But they don't know I've been starving
Keeping my soul from robbing
Not feeding my soul with sobbing
That's why I don't have pistol
I've been itching like Excema on arms and been dismissal
Dyslexia in my mental
Not thinking of what I been through
Just thinking of what I'm gone do
Dump bodies inside a cess pool
See too many tryna be rude
But y'all do not have any clue
Approach me with potion or poison
You gotta pick and just choose

I'm sorry for all the Confusion
These voices feel like Illusions
At this point I'm tired of losing
Guilty til point is just proven
Every body wanna be gang and bang til it's time for Contusions
That's why pray to god and cleanse my soul during times of Communion

Written by:
Michael Swinson, Richard Mitchell Jr.

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