Part I: Goondocks
[Intro]
Aight, run it
[Verse 1]
The moonlight reflected off the leaves with a dabble
The deluded young child with a gift for the Scrabble
A prominent existence holding black within his breath
Little thumping in his chest
Never stutter in his steps
Yeah, and he was prone to the breast
Steal the heart and play the strings with a grim tone
Then give it back and use the samples as his ringtone
Ashamed with the lifestyle so I never left the ring on
Weekly reminded that he's living life in sin
And these pretty little love birds been a vulture at my skin
Trying to shine outside the shadow of the kin
Always wanted to be wanted, never wanted to fit in
And recognition been the drive 'til the coffin
A young Bruce Wayne but they only saw a Robin
Hood anthem thirst the thieving and the mobbing
I ain't ever had the voice so that's a jail that I ain't copping
Dwelling alone with the sax
A dimly lit room and a verse within his cap
His soul intact but that's a question for the judging saints
Be wary of the tongue coated by wool but packing razor blades
The world is shades of grey, that's bondaged to the cement
The black and white been shackled only half of us can see this
The whip done cracked his brain and now he sees just what he pleases
In the back of his mind where he thinks he might be Jesus
[Intro]
Aight, run it
[Verse 1]
The moonlight reflected off the leaves with a dabble
The deluded young child with a gift for the Scrabble
A prominent existence holding black within his breath
Little thumping in his chest
Never stutter in his steps
Yeah, and he was prone to the breast
Steal the heart and play the strings with a grim tone
Then give it back and use the samples as his ringtone
Ashamed with the lifestyle so I never left the ring on
Weekly reminded that he's living life in sin
And these pretty little love birds been a vulture at my skin
Trying to shine outside the shadow of the kin
Always wanted to be wanted, never wanted to fit in
And recognition been the drive 'til the coffin
A young Bruce Wayne but they only saw a Robin
Hood anthem thirst the thieving and the mobbing
I ain't ever had the voice so that's a jail that I ain't copping
Dwelling alone with the sax
A dimly lit room and a verse within his cap
His soul intact but that's a question for the judging saints
Be wary of the tongue coated by wool but packing razor blades
The world is shades of grey, that's bondaged to the cement
The black and white been shackled only half of us can see this
The whip done cracked his brain and now he sees just what he pleases
In the back of his mind where he thinks he might be Jesus
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