So Appalled


Third world coming
Bitch you better watch when you run
Absurd all this gunning
But you know that you already done
Soaked in blood
Sacred of all hearts
But you threw to disrespect
Now don’t you know…. that’s how wars start
You too scared to even come back to the hood
Spells of a lioness, nah she just wish that she would
Would’ve been, should’ve been…
So caught up in a could’ve been
Well what wouldn’t then?
You so ridiculous…


You want everyone else to deal with your plate
Yet you can’t even conceive a notion cause your built in all hate
And I can tell when a dead man is walking
And I can tell that you blew too much talking
But who was who? it was you that was stalking
Got me on the ground.., yet
It’ll only be found – cause
You knew I sleep in coffins
All this happening a little too often
You wanna spin shit around
Commanding
You could’ve done anything with that
But look what you found
And here is where we standing
I’m sorry but this don’t go with that
And your name isn’t even worthy of a rat

I pray my shadows chase you down
Cause you wanna front like you was ever around
Cut right to the left
Witches brew caught in a night of a theft
And my roof so accurate until you demand to be part of
Well hey, I guess that’s what you demanding but don’t forget
To check for the Lord that don’t always rest up above
Pins, water, sparkles in a cloud
Ghosts, shadows, skulls – Hey I say all that shit out loud
Dirty white bitches? I never minded before I knew
That I was placed in a category with bitches like you
Now I’m just threw
I mean who the fuck are you?
You don’t know the beat of militia
You don’t know life or death
All you know is Amy Fisher
While you breathe your last breath
90 clicks of pics at the club… yeah you know what I’m talking about
You should’ve told me, I would’ve warned you about going rounds
But you so straight… yeah, no doubt
In all englesia, santa ria what you found
Not a matter for police, I hear it, and fine
But you not blocking yours pretending it’s mine
Tracers ain’t demanding shit from me either
I may not have a craft, but I’ll sneak up from behind like a slow ether-eal
Nah that’s just a soul burdened
Bitch, be for real

This shit so ridiculous…
So ridiculous

You’re on your own…
Bitch, I’m more protective of my dollar bill
And remember I don’t think that Jesus can forgive someone that isn’t even sorry still


“… And protect my heart from ever becoming so cold…”