Cellus Hamilton & BlessThePen & Trubl3 - The Bridge

Pen
Listen
I got a point that I must get across
A lot of value but most rarely question at what cost
Bridges burn but I promise ours will survive the fire
I’ll play the gap like the space between central incisors
I got ya back like a recliner
Pinky promise I said I got you
Even if it means that you walk on my back
Ashiatsu
As long as you on one accord
How you travel Honda or spinal
Friend to me not enemy difference rival arrival
I’ll endure the pain for the bigger picture
A painter whose hands ache
Can truly pain the vision
Borough to borough borrow me I’ll be sacrificial
Going through to get to
Shield you from them troubled waters
Just so you could walk it gentle
Study the straight so you could see it leveled
Jerry Lorenzo I’m handing essentials
So when you at the fork I'll be utensil
Used to be the one to c lef both trouble and treble
That piece you looking for cant be assembled
But there’s a W in We
It's gonna be a wrestle
We all spotted freckle
Get to yo destination avoid cycles and pedal
That rain could put you down hard torrential
So when it pour
Let it fill ya vessel
Yo
Yo
I am the bridge
They say to be great you must serve many
I built my house on what’s for sure solid
Steady rocking
Still penny pinching and plenty problems
Just watching IG puppets
Taunting their many dollars
I chose to be secure in the obvious
Not sell my soul to metropolis
Take control
Make conscious decision
Make it seem common sense
But na
They wasn't buying it
So I aint lying down while the blind paint us a picture
From on the shoulders of giants
Propaganda planted
Only beneficial for clients
Who in kahoots with the lions
Got it down to a science
This intro to conspiracy
Kamikaze delivery
Deep in troubled waters
You swim or become a memory
I’m tryna pull a ship to the shore
Like through the ceiling from floor
Cause lil Luke finally applying the force
You responsible for your fire
And and igniting the torch
Finding the levers
And providing the torque to it
Knowing he saw through it
You gotta pick it up if you called to it
I got a lil off but there’s more to it
That boy Truble
Uh
I made a promise to pops that
You'd get to other side
And I’m a man of my word
So that means there's no excuse
I know our future sits perfectly in the hand of God
Don’t mean I won’t turn my hands into fists to shake at you
As if you’re worthy to blame for my words
After all I committed
After seeing the blood
Stains from most notable critics
That made a way from dead endings
I complain but keep walking the distance
My legs shaky from carrying weight
I may not make it
But I’ll carry you far as it takes
Soon as I said it I saw the cliff
And there on the other side
Was the gifts we desired
I’m five eight
The length five nine
It be a stretch
Laid down my life
Like my Savior did on the day He died
My hands bleed
As I cling to the rock
Started screaming a lot
You start making yo way across
Love is painful and I
Will endure it until the day I die

Written by:
Josiah Vega, Marcellius Hamilton, Sean Pickett

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