O / M / D / F
Title | O / M / D / F |
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Artist | Tony Ri’chard |
Album | Changes |
Release Date | (not set) |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | U GOTTA FEEL IT IN UR SOUL IS BACK SOUL IS BACK On my dead family they can't bury me And I been walking through the heat Father carry me Not into fame not a star Gary me I hurt some women in my past They need Therapy If I make it give my paper to some charities Take a glimpse into my heart its not a parody Let me help the people out who wanna bury me Glass house throw ya rocks get some clarity Middle finger money nig I got real problems Why we killing in the street "We sAw real bottoms" See a crack momma see a crack bottle See a crack dollar got his girl Prada Payed a tax dollar Nigha (haha) I'm not to beplayed with I'm Light skin But within me is a Slave ship I Had a chat with Frankie Beverly I'm maZed in Neo Matrix Watch I hit the A-list I tried gracing some homies But look we can’t co-exist Demonic hit men I guess I’m number 2 on they list You might also likeI’m getting stabbed by tongues As if a knife don’t exist I’m getting hit on by nighas As if my wife exist I need the spirit in my life Not no popery Hit my knees get in prayer Mix some potpourri "Like Father God" Why these evils always holding me? "Put it all back together if it's spose to be" Become selfless Don't know know me or my's This a hard walk I'm walking with some sighs Broke the breaks heard the speech ate some sides Equipping boys in the hood, before they see their demise When my momma passed It was like a lesson Spoke a tale Everybody die wonder why "Adam fell" New listeners I know you prolly lost not a Clue Im here giving facts telling youth all the truth I been really in the field buying sold us back Buying soldiers back Boy our soul is cracked "Woe we chap" Sometimes I wonder dog Really if my mind missing Feel like your mom missing And like you stuck in prison An evil corrupted system You born as a fallen victim The devil always picking Please Holy Spirit sick him If i die in the morning Ain't no need to mourn If I’m away from the body Then I’m at home with the Lord Heaven is higher than weed Life is I lost the cigars I ain't fearing death when dreams show me times afar When I look in the mirror Just know I still see my soul And all my debt has been paid My savior sit on a throne I need the spirit in my life not no popery Hit my knees get in prayer mix some potpourri Like Father God why these evils always holding meeee Put it all back together if its spose to beeeee ugh *Voicemail End of Changes |