nero playing the fiddle from the citadel

Yeah. Your man is a trap nigga with a Death future, come and fuck with the real Gs. And I ain't paying no homage to older niggas From my ends, I ain't never had OGs, uh. I am a product of pessimism and a bad Religion. Holding the Novocaine for all them older Niggas can't relate, wish I knew the feeling. Wish I ain't know the feeling. Foot on the block with a bro that died. I am a product of pessimism and a bad Religion, Holding money with the ends. Bad religion, holding Novocaine for all older Niggas. Can't relate, wish you knew the feeling. Wish I knew the feeling, yeah, yeah. Implied. People can choose to interpret it as that, But the point is I-Yes, would I'm, I'm Equating it with, with the push for racial equality And the push for, for rights for gay people. Yeah. I'm saying that if you're gonna call those Things-Asking my mother how many times I gotta Hear this prayer. Feels like God has done abandoned His people. This life has gotta be the sequel To death. 'Cause this hell that I've been living In is nothing but suffering. I was running out of tears and serotonin, not Much left of it's left. Not much left of The zest. Catch the roach, I'm bugging out, now My depression is pressed. Forced to read out the reports on my poverty. Parts in my eyes, they turning crimson, the blood Is boiling. My pain is seeping, my mommy's sleeping, My dad ain't on it. I slept on sofas, We ain't the owners, I can't afford it. And just to afford stability's too expensive for a Guy like me. All these nights I've seen my Niggas trip on class As, all intended to escape The days. Uh, In their brain and the next Day they waking up forgetting they face. Old friends leave in prison cells after doing their Time. They lost their mind and brain cells while Inside. The path of an artist in London's even Harder 'cause the pockets are smaller. And if you different, niggas treat you like shit. Was a point where I'll sign anything to switch The story. Get my brothers out the trenches to Balamory, to Citadel. It's like the ends to the means. Fucked up a message that sends to the fiends. Yeah, Fucked up message that sends to the fiends. Yeah, yeah, uh. And niggas think that they chosen but haven't met Me yet. My path was set when the feds Was raiding the crib and they kicked the door In. My dad and my bro was crying on Floor with the boots up their-I was painting The ends and I seen the shit went out Copies to Black kids. Sertraline to the teens for the trauma they gave Them. 'Cause the skunk and the weed I got Is a lot on the block. With all of Them dealers, maybe I could crack the code to Buy freedom. But I ain't ever seen freedom. Urge you, secondly, why is wearing a poppy Different? Why you even the two? One is, entirely different from the other. Ah, well, that is the issue that you will Disagree on. Yeah, well, that's the thing. You, you, you, you say that the- Do you know in this world you have to Learn how to put joy-