The stories held in the art like a paintbrush
Only got a couple pennies and it ain't much
But I got the faith of many that you can't touch
Ain't famous cause I'm too dangerous
The stories held in the art like a paintbrush
Only got a couple pennies and it ain't much
But I got the faith of many that you can't touch
Ain't famous cause I'm too dangerous
No you don't wanna have this pain in your neck
No you don't wanna know the feeling of not knowing what's next
I got feeling feeling slipping like a hole in my chest
My shorty holds me closely and she's with me each step
See the blessed effect
Seeding sessions with Jeff
Be the message that they question know they're gonna reject
Respect me like an atom take no form like a spec
And expect to take my soul through Hell and its depths
See the people are deaf
What I'm speaking ain't death
What we're feeding what we're eating its a secret that left
So I can feel the spirit leading me what to know and accept
Keep it civil so my sizzle's popping off with a pep
No I don't bang nah my nizzle but I ain't soft I'm set
Hope you never ever cross me cause this demon is dead
And I ain't for it cause I had to lay my demons to rest
Deeming scheming that they're convening since we're being correct
Let me out let me out let me out man
I'ma put it right back where I found it
While I sip Styrofoam like a fountain
And that cell is going to tell what you're bound in
So what's your inner cause
Tell me you don't look around and you're feeling appalled
Tell me you don't pray to God when you're falling apart
What you feel in your heart
It calls out to the stars
I been hip from the start
See what they did to Mars
Tell me what realm that I'm living in when they keep it all
Ever since a yun I had questions what makes who we are
Knowing every being's electric I'm bringing a charge
Plus I'm holding it for protection ain't taking no loss
We imprisoned been so enslaved that I'm breaking the law
Every day I'm facing with Satan preparing to starve
I ain't scared of him naw
I'm gon carry it on
The stories held in the art like a paintbrush
Only got a couple pennies and it ain't much
But I got the faith of many that you can't touch
Ain't famous cause I'm too dangerous
The stories held in the art like a paintbrush
Only got a couple pennies and it ain't much
But I got the faith of many that you can't touch
Ain't famous cause I'm too dangerous