Mercy - Intellectual

Intro...

{Verse 1}

I used to hoop dream now its ball point pen

My grades ain't been right since the weed of the stem

I had the skill to make it all the time that I spent

Ironic I dropped the ball its about time that I vent

Haunted by how it happened, I stayed woke started napping

The vibrant whispers closed captioned

I close my eyes and start snapping

I could feel it in the air

Over both shoulders which way to look nobody there its weird...

Wonder who can I run to with my back against the wall, no door my shell would crack if I hit the floor

Rising from the dirt the jewels I couldn’t price em all

I hit the blunt i'm poured mixing with the rich and poor

Life's a bitch or my dog, The Lord holding answers towards the fork in the road, I could fish with the sword and the picture would pause

Poetry like ripping the gauze, giving the gift with the cause of course i’m on course, lifting the force, tongue kissing the wars, smoke drift in the lungs hip hop on record, soul ripping the wall

Underdogs the sense I rhyme till it ain't hitting no more

{Hook}

When I failed it hurt me

Feels like the devil cursed me, but good God the Lords MERCY!!!

MERCY....MERCY....MERCY.....LORDDDD

The devil couldn't even jerk me

Life's a bitch and she perfect, just as long as she's working

Its MERCY...MERCY....MERCY....MERCY

And we ten toes sturdy I could see that i'm worthy

Observe me dog, I hope you heard me

Its MERCY...MERCY...MERCY....LORDDD

{Verse 2}

God body at true peace I could transcend death

Your loyal eternal servant put this hurt in until i'm laid to rest

My ghost will haunt my body your blood cover flesh with no dough to stretch

Feed the masses each passage so in depth

Gotta put your self own word bond ya own connect

Food for thought there is beauty where you ain't notice yet

All the bars tell a story, Invest some and hold the rest for me

I only focus on whats important

Dali with no llama unless the war pop off

Still got the hawk Kent Bazemore on point playing off ball

Every little thing counts add up the rain it pours

Thats how i’ve grown off the pain, time frames the void

Love is submissive, slow flows tame the joy

Block gospels for your nostrils

Lock load aim deploy

Mic weapon starts steaming shots the barrel hot

Spirit roam to visit Lord park my peace in vacant lot

Get it how you live if the time ever stop

Im on the grind if i’m here or not

24 seconds on the shot clock i'm on writers block

I think Dali needed Dot it’s Love