Land Of Nod
You can tell I'm in fact the native
I live this vivid shit, I ain't that creative
You can tell I'm in fact the native
I live this vivid shit, I ain' that creative
Had to repel calm to get things clickin'
Pack back to Belmont with slim pickings
Said, "What up cuz? It's love" 'fore there was anything Crippin'
Did over forty-five winters, I ain't no spring chicken
No arrests, just a few court summers
Got some on the low from me after known' my shortcomings
Death toll highest when hot, I'm wishin' for short summers
And trust is a must before he could talk numbers
I delete the doctrine if retreats an option
Must defend, if up to to them, we'd be locked, eatin' toxin
Flamin' tool in plain view, could never let the cops in
Least one foot in squares, what we revere is boxing
String of itchy trigger fingers, wehre there they act rash
Could tell I had a wack past
The opponent every walkin' moment tryin' stack cash
Come through, bricks, new whip, equipped for backlash
You can tell I'm in fact the native
I live this vivid shit, I ain't that creative
You can tell I'm in fact the native
I live this vivid shit, (I ain't that creative)
Fiends took grams as we shook hands, 'cause neither had a fair shake
Already livin' with prisoners, I couldn't be scared straight
Didn't invite friends over, 'cause never had a spare plate
Anyone who made it out of here, I wouldn't dare hate
Generally outgoing, but around the decoy
Malaise most days, be years before I speak joy
What they profess is estrogen, and I don't eat soy
And I can't party when they party, tryna kill each boy
Moses to the hoes, learned from burnin' bush
Had to have some pull, before I should turn and push
Was on the corner by night confirmed as rooks
But made more in the job than was earned as crooks
Put past of me in the art, like I'm pendin' an appendage
Invested since the beginning, in the end I want percentage
When night's over, might know, dependent with descendants
Was always the same one word when my family got the sentence
You can tell I'm in fact the native
I live this vivid shit, I ain't that creative
You can tell I'm in fact the native
I live this vivid shit, I ain' that creative
Writer/s: Kaseem Ryan