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Hosea Kese
Hosea Kese
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Bryce Chery
Bryce Chery
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John Limongelli
John Limongelli
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Lyrics

Uh
So far ****, so far
So far think I'm too far gone
Too far ****, too far
I done took it too far
What the heck was I on?
On?
On?
Took it too far
What the heck was I on?
On
On
Yeah
I took no prisoners with the dirt that I dealt  
I laugh at the scars from all the pain that I felt 
This the first and last time a **** tell on himself 
And not danger one of his loved ones good health 
Let's be clear the **** that you thought you knew, isn't here 
Don't hold your breath (uh), I owe to all **** to clear the air 
Be prepared for some of y'all this'll prolly have me revered  
Others prolly make em' scared and wonder why I was spared  
A written testimony of a life that was shared  
Between communion and over charging for smoke that wasn't there 
Got me breaking laws but it's a sin if I swore  
Like God gon' keep my shooters safe He only said that stuff bout a sword 
This what happens when you poor, tryna wait on the Lord 
You get bored jump off the porch travel the ghetto you were born 
I can't die without telling the story you should hear 
So just shut up and listen cuz while living my biggest fear  
(Would you believe me?) 
Uh as my mother sheds a tear 
(Believe me) 
As the pastor says lifts your hands in the air 
(Believe me)  
As my brother tell me signal when someone near 
(Believe me)  
As Momma asks where'd I get things that wasn't there 
I ain't gon' lie I did some things most would see as unlovable  
But being the last born gon' still make you huggable  
Thought of suicide a couple times to be buck with you 
Best you than me clear to cliff **** like the Huxtables 
**** telling only time we snitch is on the scale we point em' off  
So if we "show love" they coppin' what they bought and saw 
So if it was true to scale, we were not involved  
My brother switched up and sold white, I told him he evolved 
Around that time, it was conviction that had me not conjoined  
That pressure pointed me to hear sermons and live in one accord  
I slipped up many times with unlocked doors and open bras 
Lust and Loot still down to shoot if it's for one of ours  
Now I could rap these words with my hand on the Bible 
Cuz Paul killed God's people but did more than disciples  
That should tell you that you don't do any better than I do  
What they don't that kill em' hope you live after my truth 
(Would you believe me?) 
Uh as my mother sheds a tear 
(Believe me) 
As the pastor says lifts your hands in the air 
(Believe me)  
As my brother tell me signal when someone near 
(Believe me)  
As Momma asks where'd I get things that wasn't there 
There's ops outside that want my **** mummied
So they don't wanna hear that the Lord is coming 
I tried to conform em' give em' hope or something 
But we grew up poor so there's only one thing 
The cash money C.R.E.A.M 
They sold us dreams so all we had was Z's  
So ignorance keeps us dead  
It's what they don't know that kills em' yeah
Yeah
Written by: Hosea Kese
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