
Heightened Anxiety Various Artists (Ft. Afrokeys, ibe, I Self Devine, Lady Midnight & Niles)
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[Verse 1]
The [?] and [?] I get these in my bloodstream
I heard a gunshot make a thug scream
Visions of my demise before I could touch cream
The scariest horror story cannot compare to what I just seen
A father's an addict, my mother he's mad and black [?]
Family's post-traumatic, the cycle is psycho-somatic
Hiding in the attic cause they trying for my demographic
Tell advising murders like public hangings I am erratic
[Verse 2]
My ancestor was a field negro
He fought the masters so they clapped him and they killed him slow
Then with his wife then they filled his vultures with musket balls
Why do we act crazy and modest because of y'all
When I'm born I want to get a position
To break this out the psychological prison we live in
[?] prison [?] six feet under before 21
They see this is my face so [?] too late to begin on my mission
[Bridge]
Try'na live but they try'na kill me
From the womb to the casket, everything drastic
On edge try'na manage
Hectic dramatic, got me on savage
Already try'na take from me
Already got hate for me
Already no space for me
What more can you take from me?
The [?] and [?] I get these in my bloodstream
I heard a gunshot make a thug scream
Visions of my demise before I could touch cream
The scariest horror story cannot compare to what I just seen
A father's an addict, my mother he's mad and black [?]
Family's post-traumatic, the cycle is psycho-somatic
Hiding in the attic cause they trying for my demographic
Tell advising murders like public hangings I am erratic
[Verse 2]
My ancestor was a field negro
He fought the masters so they clapped him and they killed him slow
Then with his wife then they filled his vultures with musket balls
Why do we act crazy and modest because of y'all
When I'm born I want to get a position
To break this out the psychological prison we live in
[?] prison [?] six feet under before 21
They see this is my face so [?] too late to begin on my mission
[Bridge]
Try'na live but they try'na kill me
From the womb to the casket, everything drastic
On edge try'na manage
Hectic dramatic, got me on savage
Already try'na take from me
Already got hate for me
Already no space for me
What more can you take from me?
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