GioGio - Son Of The Morning

The day that I stepped in, I was too bright
They made me infected, always knew plight
The weight of an action on disputes, fights
The face of who's destined and who'll soon die
Maybe I'm invested in a new light, a new path
Fuck a news stand, if I told myself I could do that
Like I do rap
Stop trying to be a role model to a kid, they don not follow
God, if you wanna meet me in a dark novel
To insist on your own sorrow
For my spot, gotta still see what I plot
On the teachings of this whole bottle
Fuck it, I fought for this cross on my name
I cock back and aim, caught on my knees
I'm on Kaepernick's game
Out of the love I copped all the pain
I've been locked and sealed
I love the looks you people give
The don'ts and did to shove this shit
Right your throat til' noes and ''please'' and ''G forbid''
The morning comes for everyone except the dead
So hope the sun is holding up or cover up
A golden gun will check your bed
The written will of a dead artist
With a wrinkles filled pen on it
And my single thrill with death was platonic
I planned on it, a black coffin
With blank coverage and then offer
Some tracks from it, my wrapped conscience in wax, onyx
And bad thoughts that I can't conquer
They made me in his image, the savior complex
Then prayed for its lineage to raise their profit
But it's late for the kisses and lame ass sobbin'
Bedtime stories for genocided populations
Can't advise to top your faith in lands of violent occupations
Headlines hurry on echoes, lying cooperation
Jealous thriving corporations
Can't recite their confirmations
Can't provide a shot of patience
Can't retire from conversations
I need the morning to explain me the truth
Reach the formula of a saint in the booth
You blame it on me, I might blame it on you

Written by:
Giovanni Vorraro

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