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Rodja Fields
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Rodja Fields
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Rodja Fields
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Lyrics
Feeling like I never get enough
I got a lot to prove
I been finding solace in the middle of my solitude
Breathing through a tube **** couldn't eat no solid food
Now I'm rock solid think its time for flight to silence fools
I been mending ties think its something that I gotta do
Used to want a ride from these bus stop obstacles
I lego like bionicle
Just look me in my optical
They whole persona topical
I'm hotter than some tropical
They divide and conquer you
My heart gon be the death of me
Katrina made me refugee
But my flow made me heavenly
This mass murder weaponry
They blasting for the revelry
They say they ain't getting me
But that shit just allegedly
When everyone you loved turn they shoulder like a dance move
You don't need the show to see the season getting canceled
Discretion get dismantled
Criticize how you handle
Every decision when ****
Never shared the same hand you
I swear to god I hate these **** and these bitches
They trade they soul for riches
Putting honor in switching
I try to counteract it
Put my all into the children
But the city cut my funding I was teaching in the prison
Y'all think that y'all living
You need to peep the politicians
The governor passing laws
Showing how much he hate ****
Everybody can get it
Building privately own prison
Just a island with my peers
This a finely grown pivot
**** listen
I say
"Halls of the synagogue"
I am just a sinner y'all
I did plenty wishing
But its sour when you get it dog
I had premonitions
I decided I should get involved
Talk to holy spirits
Talk to self
Talk to ceiling, wall
Sealing off resentment
If you did it, then you did it dog
I cleaned off the kitchen counter
Time to clean mits and claws
Y'all say I got lovely timing
I just listen to the lord
And my flower still fire
Y'all should find a different florist
Written by: Rodja Fields