[Intro: Ransom]
It's just because I refuse to live the fucking dreams of politicians, you know?
Like all the other people do, they're like sheep
I just wanna live my own dream, you know?
Action packed
Let talk to you real quick, homeboy
[Verse 1: Ransom]
While cleaning up my cell
My lawyer never made sense so I'm thinking something smells
Judge winking at him, couldn't fathom I had enough for bail
Confide in your God? Naw, you people are under spells
Ain't nothing gon' fall from heaven whеn you came up from hell
Dumping shells, rolling with four guns
Waking up in traps whеn you never saw one
A vivid horror, a living martyr but his vision darker
Rubber grip revolver like another hit from Tarver
Another gripping saga, told by a tortured author
But you can't get the point from the view of an awkward archer
What's our departure? Split your waves, it ain't hard to part you
Don't flip the page yet, I thought I lost you
But the serious side is, when you hear what the lies is
It's too late when you blindfolded and it all materializes
Yeah, tough on the phone but you Terry in private
Can't be alone with your soul 'cause you fear what's inside it
I hear your tone, you a clone and you barely can hide it
I'm a captain in this war and you merely a private
For real, always the reaper that they flirt with
Niggas'll point the fingers with the same dirty hand that they did the dirt with
It's just because I refuse to live the fucking dreams of politicians, you know?
Like all the other people do, they're like sheep
I just wanna live my own dream, you know?
Action packed
Let talk to you real quick, homeboy
[Verse 1: Ransom]
While cleaning up my cell
My lawyer never made sense so I'm thinking something smells
Judge winking at him, couldn't fathom I had enough for bail
Confide in your God? Naw, you people are under spells
Ain't nothing gon' fall from heaven whеn you came up from hell
Dumping shells, rolling with four guns
Waking up in traps whеn you never saw one
A vivid horror, a living martyr but his vision darker
Rubber grip revolver like another hit from Tarver
Another gripping saga, told by a tortured author
But you can't get the point from the view of an awkward archer
What's our departure? Split your waves, it ain't hard to part you
Don't flip the page yet, I thought I lost you
But the serious side is, when you hear what the lies is
It's too late when you blindfolded and it all materializes
Yeah, tough on the phone but you Terry in private
Can't be alone with your soul 'cause you fear what's inside it
I hear your tone, you a clone and you barely can hide it
I'm a captain in this war and you merely a private
For real, always the reaper that they flirt with
Niggas'll point the fingers with the same dirty hand that they did the dirt with
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