
Red Brother Ali (Ft. Evidence)
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[Verse 1: Evidence]
Yo, every time I write I start reverting to my life
It feels more important than any words that rhyme
And what I mean is this: I can't rap for other rappers
My truth has to be told, if not then I'm an actor
I played roles til it didn't feel redeeming
I save my bread when it's earned more than when I'm scheming
My day's light compared to feelings in the evening
At night, I'm an angel on my shoulders wearing demons
I wear my heart on my articles of clothing
And play my cards, I'm just an artist who ain't folding
I saved my scars for the day I started flowing
In the same way the hardest shit to learn's a part of growing
Told the world my dreams and lived through it
And I came apart at the seams, then I renewed it
Wipe the slate clean
Validate everything I knew since I was eighteen
Might just rock a gold chain like B.A. from A-Team
My God, these are not words with empty promises
These are from a person who's immersed in where the drama is
I thought the feeling was dead
So I wrote a second verse but kept the first one instead
My God, if these four walls could talk
My drum chops have seen it all
His eyes were dead
Mine always been bloodshot red
Yo, every time I write I start reverting to my life
It feels more important than any words that rhyme
And what I mean is this: I can't rap for other rappers
My truth has to be told, if not then I'm an actor
I played roles til it didn't feel redeeming
I save my bread when it's earned more than when I'm scheming
My day's light compared to feelings in the evening
At night, I'm an angel on my shoulders wearing demons
I wear my heart on my articles of clothing
And play my cards, I'm just an artist who ain't folding
I saved my scars for the day I started flowing
In the same way the hardest shit to learn's a part of growing
Told the world my dreams and lived through it
And I came apart at the seams, then I renewed it
Wipe the slate clean
Validate everything I knew since I was eighteen
Might just rock a gold chain like B.A. from A-Team
My God, these are not words with empty promises
These are from a person who's immersed in where the drama is
I thought the feeling was dead
So I wrote a second verse but kept the first one instead
My God, if these four walls could talk
My drum chops have seen it all
His eyes were dead
Mine always been bloodshot red
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