Conscious Prophet - 2020

Conversations I’ve been having with myself
It’s like I don’t even love myself
To be honest I don’t trust myself
I pop another xxan for the pain I felt
2017 I was going through hell
Stuck in a cell
Ain’t nobody help
My nigga got shot yeah he stuck with that shell
Cuz when the cops pull up you know we ain’t gon tell
And when my shit drop shit gon change up
Get my niggas off the block put em in that range truck
The grind never stop cuz our pops never claimed us
When that album drop you know fame never change us
from the east but a nigga on the west now
I ain’t never claimed the streets but I hold the 3 down
Had a show in LA I flew the whole team out
Money come and go but blood always stays bound
All 2020 I’m really bout my shit now
Coulda had buddy’s but the fake got switched out
Bitches called me bummy it’s funny how shit flipped now
Cuz now they want me to beat the pussy up like I’m Chris brown
You don’t get it windows tinted in my Honda Civic bout to pay a visit and the verdict says who did it I’m on edge close to the ledge like you said demon on the right angel on the left
Never felt so gone
tell me what’s wrong
Cant you tell by my songs I’m an alcoholic
Drink drink now I’m really falling
Gone in a blink no one calling
A broken chain don’t link in the morning

Written by:
Bishop Brown

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