Survivor Knox Hill (Ft. GAWNE & Shelby Morgan)

[Verse 1: Knox Hill]
Yeah, product of the dirt, I was bottom feeding
Fighting with my demons [?] outside 'em steeples
Heathen seething, bubble boy trouble
Me no struggle, seeing creatures creeping rubble on the ruins of my life
Street witches mixed with [?] Wiccan scriptures
Seeing visions on these project walls (Yeah)
My music ecosystems have no projectiles
But where are we now? Tear it down, swear I don't give a fuck
If it's black or it's white
It's a class that we fight when you can't fill your stomach
And that hunger keeps your ass up at night, I'm not asking what's right (right)
When drug dealers cope, villains hope
Stealing, dealing [?] when the government supplies it
And they call it war on drugs, rappers get your cuts, uh
Incarcerate you so the prisons all get paid
While these rappers spitting bars, shit all I see is shame
They tell you to get money, do whatever for the gain
You just gotta burn your soul and sign your letters for the fame
I don't glorify the violence (Nah) but I know I'm dealing harm (Yeah)
Knowledge is a weapon, so I'm out here dealing arms, yeah

[Chorus: Shelby Morgan]
I been feeling like I ain't high yet
But still I'm on this jet back in mileage
They told me know my role or get silenced
Whoa, I'm a survivor