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Compassion For The Damned: (WIP)
- [Verse 1]
- It was a normal day, tell me what does normal say?
- I'm a mortal mane, smash my main like window pain
- Been so sane, normal day at least
- Then I heard a beep!
- Shit, is this for me?
- Lookin' at the screen
- It's D, he's got a meet
- Says "make sure this shit straight"
- I'm tryna sell this shit, get paid
- Sellin' shit cost the big 8
- Waitin' for this guy like, "he straight"
- Almost on the dot, at the spot we wait
- Conversate, with brother, wonder if that fucker
- Wants to con the bait, double my brother's weight
- Ground would shake, then he would shake
- Our hands, said "where them bandz?"
- "Where's the money, don't understand?"
- He had any empty hand, but he sat without a plan, I thought
- Few minutes later from then, no longer at that spot
- [Verse 2]
- Ask to hit the mod, said we going to the shop
- Get some new shit, in my car, zoom, bitch!
- Said he'd ride along, maybe later high with my bong
- Then he shot off like a frog, jump in the car and hit the throt (throttle)
- Fifty four M P H, hit the poor, then we straight
- Fat frog is slow, got nowhere to go
- "Bro, get that motherfucker, make that motherfucker croak"
- Kill a motherfucker, then we motherfucking smoke
- But I said, I'm tired homie, got some hoes to blow me
- I gotta go, see, "say you better lay low, B"
- "Cuz if see ya homes, get a bullet to your domes"
- "Fuck ya home, zone, Cannabis and families"
- "You the type of fucker that your mother can't stand to see"
- [Verse 3]
- Back to H Q, got back the shit
- Snap to hate you, wetback lil bitch
- Try to try my blood, survive to die, you motherfuck
- I bet your mother sucks, and fucks while she's drunk
- Fat fuck, in your back seat you sunk
- Then we saw a blue Corolla, I said "Hol up?!"
- Gotta re up then we gotta roll up
- With baseball bats
- Big knives and tats
- Got in the whip, trip to the past
- In my mind see the crack in the glass
- Fat motherfucker standing crass in the path
- With his little squad, these fuckers bout to get shot
- The plan we would plot, on the spot, we sought
- Revenge and defense, about to break bones
- Fuck these bitches anyway, they broke into homes
- We were getting close, I hate these bros the most
- About to meet their maker, they made this life, they chose
- Then I thought of peace, the need for me to sleep
- Misery I keep, or kept, I never slept
- Maybe it was time to back down for once
- Even though I wanted to kill those cunts
- We made it back, home safe and sound
- Street fades to black, no hate or doubt
- [Outro]
- He said "can't you understand, I'm just a man in the struggle"
- "Trying to make what I can, abandon love for the hustle"
- Compassion for the damned, he'll be dead with an empty hand
- Any day could be his day, I stand, do you get me, man?
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