Kony Brooks - When All Else Fails

King shit only when you speak to me
Your lifeline is just a week to me
You talking strong but you weak to me
Grass in the field when I’m stomping with Timb's you underneath the feet
Ask me why I’m back on my shit and get the truth
These niggas want me dead or in jail fuck a booth
Never been more in tune with the universe this cahoots
Lost me tryna chase a bag now back to my roots
Back to the pack on the back what I lack is a soul of sorts
Get the picture Polaroid NY made me the coldest boy
Talking that shit to the king of New York is a declaration of war
The rappers you praising for regular shit is the reason why talent don’t make it no more
It’s too easy to be the mad rapper
Start spazzing on tracks and you getting gassed after
Praying your time come and then you prevail
Stand on your two like a grown man when all else fails
I been slaving be righteous
Patiently waiting respecting timing
Playing the backseat shit it’s sickening
When kids praise the shooter who ain’t never swung a fist like religion
The cycle vicious fuck conscious I’m being honest
Dreaming got us sleeping with steam like it’s sauna
Piranhas living off Henny and marijuana
The Dalai Lama got the price higher than economics
I got a gift I should use it to move the people
I’m selfish it seems like I use it and ruin people
In my past days pathways block when I speak it
Relationships burry when I leak it
Now it seems people flock to hear me ruin myself
All this rhyming I forgot I used to do it for self
Preservation before competing to feed a nation
When all else fails who gave a fuck if I made it
I admit I’m not the easiest I’m hardheaded
Kinda spoiled and a large headache
But my heart gets it my desire has no match
So if you spark a flame in my soul I give Allah’s credit
I rarely ask for help I got a ego
Campus life was really not my type I hated people
From feeling like the fecal to recognizing evil
Was knocking at my door while I was staring through the peephole
Power took a toll Tommy I went ghost
Till my cousin had a cold body and lack of a pulse
I got a newfound energy I swear I can’t lose
I’m on everything moving till I feel he would approve
I’d do anything to see him gettin silly with the moves
Cuz at every single function he the party in the room
When all else fails this is real rap
Even a soul without a heart gotta feel that

Written by:
Andre Brooks

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