[Intro: Armageddon]
To all my, to all my, to all my, to all my
To all my peoples that passed away (Uh-huh)
To all my peoples that passed away, to all my, to all my
To to to, free sailing on their wings as they cast away
[Verse 1: Armageddon]
Sometimes I envious on peoples that past away
They so synonym, there wings being cast away
I dream so vivid, the scene shakes me fast awake
I keep thinking maybe somethings tryna show me how to master my faith
They say I'm deep and too complex for rap
But yo, I grew to learn there's more to life then cars and gats
So I chose to shed a light and write my bars with that
But niggas scared to grow so they tend to hold you back
They take this shit that they don't understand and call it wack
Tell you that ain't the way it goes son, that's conscious rap
But y'all running in circles working the same old act
And I done reaching at a level, but I'm wrong for that
And I ain't bitching, I'm just tryna let you know where I'm at
I'm getting old, as my son grows, so do my raps
I feel your misery, you living off the next man's life
He just as bad, 'cause he drains you to strengthen his light
I wanna shout out all the two time felons holding guns for weak thugs
Risking their freedom, for short money and weak love
85'ers tryna earn respect from them young boys
Catching temper tantrums, having fits like young boys
And bitches do it too, get defensive and paranoid
See everybody wanna have some power to exploit
Now maybe you can tell me who's the problem at this point
Me or you, holmes, I hope you following this joint
To all my, to all my, to all my, to all my
To all my peoples that passed away (Uh-huh)
To all my peoples that passed away, to all my, to all my
To to to, free sailing on their wings as they cast away
[Verse 1: Armageddon]
Sometimes I envious on peoples that past away
They so synonym, there wings being cast away
I dream so vivid, the scene shakes me fast awake
I keep thinking maybe somethings tryna show me how to master my faith
They say I'm deep and too complex for rap
But yo, I grew to learn there's more to life then cars and gats
So I chose to shed a light and write my bars with that
But niggas scared to grow so they tend to hold you back
They take this shit that they don't understand and call it wack
Tell you that ain't the way it goes son, that's conscious rap
But y'all running in circles working the same old act
And I done reaching at a level, but I'm wrong for that
And I ain't bitching, I'm just tryna let you know where I'm at
I'm getting old, as my son grows, so do my raps
I feel your misery, you living off the next man's life
He just as bad, 'cause he drains you to strengthen his light
I wanna shout out all the two time felons holding guns for weak thugs
Risking their freedom, for short money and weak love
85'ers tryna earn respect from them young boys
Catching temper tantrums, having fits like young boys
And bitches do it too, get defensive and paranoid
See everybody wanna have some power to exploit
Now maybe you can tell me who's the problem at this point
Me or you, holmes, I hope you following this joint
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