Of The Sun
• Written by MartyBars
We the children of the sun! homie
Gun em down or make em run homie
We here for all that we deserve
And we deserve the world
Take it with no words
Only nineteen but I know this globe is frozen
So I'm turning up the burner toking on the potion
Inhale the smell then exhale the fucking slogan
Passtime the basement bitch, you should know this
You should notice everything I'm out here fucking doing
Every beat, track, and pad I touch I leave it fucking ruined
All courtesy of the kid named Bars
Self proclaimed greatest, if not then I ain't far
So keep on talking but y'all ain't involved
This money talking so I guess this just a tainted cause
I played my cards, but y'all are just some jokers right
Got some smoke and a fifth of hope for the night
One time for your mind two times for mine
This food for thought These people dying just to dine
No finding Zion only grinding all they timing
I been rhyming they been blinding they been lying like this life is fine
But it's not so go and get a slice
Before this sky is outta pie Man this world is cold as ice
I'm only bout that dough homie fuck the rice
Young cat taking over, fuck the old and wise
We the children of the sun homie, yeah I said it
A world that's led by all the young, they dread it
So mother fuck they rules and mother fuck that system
Motherfuck the government on they grave is where I'm pissin
They took all of our dreams to the grave is where they hid em
And cause a kid don't go to school they gon' diss em
Have em labeled as a fool and then forget em
he be brighter than the sun, but they don't listen
I ain't messing with you fuckers no more, get what I'm saying?
Nah I ain't playing,
I was going through some shit
Just like going through your closet you see some shit you regret
The day my grandmother died I poured a forty to my neck
I'm sorry ma I prolly put you through some bull
Cause my sister out in college and I barely went to school
That cap and gown
Yeah it prolly made you proud
But ever since then Feeling like I let you down
So I'm buy a house buy a range
Fly you out, I'ma put you on a plane
Go and tell ya friends, go and tell the fam
That your baby boys done grown up to the man
If only if only yeah if only if only
Probably cause this real and them sell outs is phony
But this youth think it's real cause it's all that they knowing
And they only say they trill cause they heard it from they homie
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MartyBars
Member since April 24 2013