Carry Me Home ZekeUltra

[Verse]
Who gave a say to the boys in blue?
Ain’t shit changed but the choice of the noose
I’ll be the voice of truth in it’s absence
I was with Jordan in his room sippin absinthe
Y’all was tellin stories in the booth on some rap shit
Real rap, shit is pitiful
I’m still mad at that nigga Cruz catch you lackin might spit at you
I’ve lived life trying to please the world now i’m done with that
I’m cutting back
Life wouldn’t be worth it if I wasn’t black
Life wouldn’t be perfect without love attached to it for real
I was working till the sun left the moon in the PM
I was hurting when my blood ain’t come through when i need em
I left June as a demon
My bread blue when I leave it out
Niggas true when you feed em
Till you lose and you grieving
They’ll take the spoon and go eat with it
I know who my peoples is in the end
They put in they 50 cents and turn into many men
I’m learning from them regrets my burdens was heavy then
Men in red, Kenny Jet Smith
Set the pick for me, victory what the rest is
Bless