[Verse 1]
Mother cried again another night
These nights seem to only bring us fights
Knives fly around the room like flying kites
I try to shine but it’s hard to find the brightness inside
But cry I won’t
I know it’s not worth spending my soul’s energy on
This will happen tomorrow
I’d rather cry sunday, so when I cry
I cry out all the sorrow
I don’t go to church, I don’t believe there’s someone above
But at my lowest, I’ll talk to God out of desperation
I try to keep in my hatred and save it for confrontation
I love to yell and go crazy on fuckers hating
But if I could just weigh in, it’s not the best way in
To your heart and finding the parts to heal, it’s hard
I know that, I gotta stay strong for when I go back
I don’t wanna go black (I don’t wanna lose hope’s track)

[Chorus]
I stare once again down the hallway
I know what awaits me
I stare once again down the hallway
I know what awaits me

[Verse 2]
Father cried again another night
These nights seem to only bring us fights
Knives fly around the room like flying kites
I try to shine but there’s no brightness to find
I only reach a higher state of fright every time this happens
Mother suggests a therapists for my sadness
He concludes I’ve got OCD and tics in masses
These forceful thoughts have come from all the madness

[Break]
One day I just lose it
I leave my chair with a swift movement
Then I walk back and forth fumin’
Then I cry and my mind won’t do it
The things I ask, I feel inhumane
I start pullin’ my hairs, I’m losing
A battle with my body, it’s doing
Whatever it wants, can’t cool it

[Chorus]
I stare once again down the hallway
I know what awaits me
I stare once again down the hallway
I know what awaits me

WHAT AWAITS ME

Искусство опыта реальной жизни

сердце - chonyatsky

MY30H

Yo, I’m one of real ones left, a beat generational curse,
But some few ones deaf, yet I remain blessed,
Grandmother was the head of church,
Lost in a generational search for greatness,
Statements never relayed at the station,

Cold winter nights, cats and mice in rotation,
Maybe should’ve gone exec, took my father’s advice,
Stew with the rice, yeah, daily living life,
I'm talking basics, does this shit even make sense?

Circle got smaller, now just a few ones left,
War our crew, do you want death? Or are you on meth?
Chess moves in this game, not checkers,
Beat the odds, now don’t owe debtors,

Couple weeks back, I was in the diamond district,
Beat the odds: the statistics,
Sadistic thinkin’ that you assisted,
Restricted to gifts, just Christmas wishes,

I listen back to my raps, pure motivation,
Victory lap, this a fucking celebration,
Beat the odds, the scholars provided us with education,
Give praise to God, music's my occupation,

Generational curse turned to blessings all around,
Obsessive with these writtens, watch the wealth compound,
Provide for the kids, laughter to surround,
The image that I crafted, can’t be shot down,

Mastered the art, attachments on lock,
Set straight these bastards, no masquerade on the block,
This a mass parade, beat the odds like my ancestors,
Slaves to the crown, now we rebels, no stressors,

Age of deliverance, crafted images so vivid,
Doubt still creeps from the fam, they don't get it,
Diagnosed with psychosis, bipolar disorder,
But I’m givin’ out orders, fuck the doctors' border,

Do this for my unborn, my sons and my daughters,
When they hear this shit I made, proud as they oughta,
Income received, passing through hands of thieves,
But a fraction of the pie, still I’m breaking the leaves,

Action been released, celebration in the heath,
Education for the children that are trying to believe,
Just a piece from their masterpiece,
Now watch me feast, this fire won’t cease.

Yo, I’m one of real ones left, a beat generational curse,
But some few ones deaf, yet I remain blessed,
Grandmother was the head of church,
Lost in a generational search for greatness,
Statements never relayed at the station,

Cold winter nights, cats and mice in rotation,
Maybe should’ve gone exec, took my father’s advice,
Stew with the rice, yeah, daily living life,
I'm talking basics, does this shit even make sense?

Circle got smaller, now just a few ones left,
War our crew, do you want death? Or are you on meth?
Chess moves in this game, not checkers,
Beat the odds, now don’t owe debtors,

Couple weeks back, I was in the diamond district,
Beat the odds: the statistics,
Sadistic thinkin’ that you assisted,
Restricted to gifts, just Christmas wishes,

I listen back to my raps, pure motivation,
Victory lap, this a fucking celebration,
Beat the odds, the scholars provided us with education,
Give praise to God, music's my occupation,

Generational curse turned to blessings all around,
Obsessive with these writtens, watch the wealth compound,
Provide for the kids, laughter to surround,
The image that I crafted, can’t be shot down,

Mastered the art, attachments on lock,
Set straight these bastards, no masquerade on the block,
This a mass parade, beat the odds like my ancestors,
Slaves to the crown, now we rebels, no stressors,

Age of deliverance, crafted images so vivid,
Doubt still creeps from the fam, they don't get it,
Diagnosed with psychosis, bipolar disorder,
But I’m givin’ out orders, fuck the doctors' border,

Do this for my unborn, my sons and my daughters,
When they hear this shit I made, proud as they oughta,
Income received, passing through hands of thieves,
But a fraction of the pie, still I’m breaking the leaves,



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