[Verse 1: Chace Infinite]
Trials of the black hearted, in the land where
Just because of your skin crooked cops make niggas targets
My upbringing was solid, but shit I got involved with
Could have had me stretched out, or somebody caught me
Cold streets grown, (a land)? it's awkward
Can't even understand the language that they write the laws in
We've been struggling for centuries and bet it
Kinda odd how we made a industry out of lettuce
The book says only the word was in the beginning;
I get the feeling only words will be here in the ending, so
I lie with divine energy every time
Harness the power of words written in rhyme
Simple as pluckin’ grapes from the vine, I produce fruit
Foolish and form deep in my mind, a couple a screws loose
Crazy as Howard Hughes laying tools on ....(?)
Focus on my own vision, niggas who screwed you
I form thoughts on left sides of the brain
I express it in the flesh, it may come out as insane
I'm loyal like a nigga that grew up in a gang
Plus I resurrect the dead and bring them devils to flames
[Hook: Krondon]
It's hard to raise children, no lights in the building
And half the neighborhood won't survive in this system
The coroner is overworked, cops killing every
Innocent nigga just trying to make a living
Trials of the black hearted, in the land where
Just because of your skin crooked cops make niggas targets
My upbringing was solid, but shit I got involved with
Could have had me stretched out, or somebody caught me
Cold streets grown, (a land)? it's awkward
Can't even understand the language that they write the laws in
We've been struggling for centuries and bet it
Kinda odd how we made a industry out of lettuce
The book says only the word was in the beginning;
I get the feeling only words will be here in the ending, so
I lie with divine energy every time
Harness the power of words written in rhyme
Simple as pluckin’ grapes from the vine, I produce fruit
Foolish and form deep in my mind, a couple a screws loose
Crazy as Howard Hughes laying tools on ....(?)
Focus on my own vision, niggas who screwed you
I form thoughts on left sides of the brain
I express it in the flesh, it may come out as insane
I'm loyal like a nigga that grew up in a gang
Plus I resurrect the dead and bring them devils to flames
[Hook: Krondon]
It's hard to raise children, no lights in the building
And half the neighborhood won't survive in this system
The coroner is overworked, cops killing every
Innocent nigga just trying to make a living
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