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$inner'$ prayer. - vii (usa) lyrics

[verse 1]

i don’t suppose a broken heart could pump to broken hands
among the roses, there’s a fire known to smoke a man
know we ain’t spoke in a minute, i’m sorry
i’m sorry
i hope that mine can find a way to work
i know we beautiful but always find a way to hurt
we live in debt and meeting death before we paid it first
and up the effort, so it’s like we gotta pay to work
i’m sick of feeling like the world supposed to break around me
i’m stakin out, i’m makin sure it ain’t mistaken bounties
i’m makin out, i got a reputation taking counties
by storm, i know some stories wasn’t great about me
but if you ever heard a n-gg- say i’m lyin or i’m snitchin or i’m selfish or i’m dissin or i’m sneakin or i’m duckin or i’m helpless or i ever said something ain’t no work behind
you can look him in his face and tell him that he lying
i know the world gettin dark as far as we can see
i know the city gettin cut enough to bleed to me, seem to me, everything is fallin ‘cept the visions of the real
that’s exactly why you really can believe in me

[chorus]

this a letter to my hood, a letter to my bros, a wish for something good, for everyone that knows, however many women set a standard to uphold, i’m giving you as much as i can handle to disclose

[verse 2]

as my hands are growing cold, feel the winter wind whip
been a sinner in the center of attention tryna get a grip
i don’t see the difference in a dream or a nightmare, neither is a story i would feel until i finish it
volume of my work been gettin high, i think i’m finna clip
saw them empty one into my homie from a twitter pic
tryna figure out the words to write, i’m in the middle of a fight with every minute of my life, even little bits and pieces of the things that make me happy now
been throwin punches in my work like manny pacquiao
punch in, punch out, life ain’t supposed to feel like occupation but my capillaries crunchin while i’m tappin now

[bridge]

prolly cuz a broken heart can hardly pump to broken hands
among the roses, it’s a cloak of smoke to choke a man
swelling throat, welling eyes, toughened up, telling lies, you can find a lot in me but not a broken man

[verse 3]

i look my demons in they face a lot
face a lot of other n-gg-s’ reasons not to face theirs, dreamin to replace a lot, sp-cin out, tryna place affection on a silver plate, sealin what i’m feelin in its place, so i pace a lot
they say i’m anxious, it’s more like background noise
i get impatient until i’m back outwest
i needed sp-ce, wouldn’t say i rap by choice
this just one of two or three arenas i don’t second guess
time-bending, time-wasting, lie-mending, mind-breaking, sight-for-sore-eyes spitting vii in his own world half of the time
it’s no wonder that reality be rattling mine, so

[chorus]

this a letter to my hood, a letter to my bros, a wish for something good, for everyone that knows, however many women set a standard to uphold, i’m giving you as much as i can handle to disclose

[verse 4]

headshots addin up to headstones
the grim reaper never hesitate to trade up
embalming fluid leave ya mans just the right price
can’t even recognize em by the way they laid up
i been workin, i been rappin, tryna get paid
living color when the city gettin greyed up
i been way inside my bag like i’m marlon
tryna upgrade losin friends from a grade up
see once you know what’s goin on it ain’t as fun to dream
you just be seein that projected through like twenty scenes
and hope the angels ain’t been waiting on em breakin up
and pray today another day that you’ll be wakin up
amen
amen

- vii usa lyrics

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