All these thoughts are killing me,
Without these thoughts there is no me
All these thoughts are killing me,
If you saw inside, it’s not pretty,
I try so hard, but it’s not enough,
I give it my all and follow my gut,
Try to push forward, but I’m still in this rut,
Feel my dreams fall but I got to stand tough,
I follow the flow, that’s all I know,
But the downhill slope is to steep to cope with,
Always been an outcast, I have never fit in,
I have lived a million lives and they all met an end,
I’ve been an addict, then I hustled,
I’ve been the man and then I tumbled,
I’ve been rich and I’ve been poor and I can say I love them both,
But my son and this music are the things I love the most,
I’ma ride the flow, until I die, please throw me off the coast,
Without these thoughts there is no me,
With all this bling, we cannot see,
I’ve lost my faith, I can’t believe,
There is no trust, I can’t receive.
All these thoughts are killing me,
So I’ma bring the infantry,
Speaking through this ministry,
Started as a mystery,
Departed, now its history,
The rest is calm and plain to see,
Here to bring back hip hop legacies,
Using different beat techniques,
Reaching highest flowing peaks,
Original and sounds unique,
Other towns Boro defeats,
We bring the feeling that’s concrete,
In the country or our streets,
Commercial radio, is what’s killing me
These thoughts they got me pacing,
Racing round like they be chasing me,
Been cursed since my creation, this caucasian’s making history,
I’m forced to make relations with the natives in this industry,
But as soon they turn their back, I’m slicing throats like Michael Myers be,
Got a feeling for the killing of these beats they call it genocide,
If you wait for my inception to this place, I’ve been arrived,
I strive to stay alive while always working on my drive,
I keep live like it’s my job and I be working 9 to 5,
I know you hear me, are you listening?
My face is turning blue,
I ain’t no smurf, still I ain’t stopping till my days on earth are through,
Tried and true is how I do, hold it down for my crew,
If you’re stepping in our path, best believe you’re getting screwed
credits
from Generica,
released October 7, 2008
Produced by J.Smo of BUNKS
Written by J.Smo of BUNKS, J.Gro, DJ
Recorded at One Mic Studios, Murfreesboro, Tennessee
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