lookabove!

By Dreadgeist

On tr*gedy

Released on July 7, 2024

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[Verse]

I'm a hermit, I'm pro palestine, is I real, fuck it

Nose runny, addicted to the feeling of being cold & hungry

Movin buggy, despite the fact I got everything laid out for me

Fit bummy, niggas would think I got everything stole from me

Rhymes rubbish but I'm thuggin this shit out if my heart get broken again

I'm just gon pick up the pen and set this shit off

Before I dip off this earth, I leave my legacy as a young boss

They say i’m not raw, they say i’m not true

But how it gon' feel like when you got shot with a pistol

My stomach abysmal, never felt this kinda way at all

Y’all got led astray and I really can’t say what I think at all

My mouth ablaze, they don't kno what it take to be involved

We see you from the street across, kaws vandalism

Naw, they got ten different posters posted up by the train station

Thank the lord I'm moving like a vagrant

Shit got me infuriated but I'm stuck in the matrix

Spliff tastin like the rough pavement

Much to face but I can wait, they can't tho'

Destroying instrumentals with my vocal tracks

Tracking on the maps, they want facts, I give it to em

'Cause y'all choose to ruin niggas lives off petty shit

Girls talkin behind each other's backs, it's sad, y'all leech off negativity

Goin 77 on a freeway, free men got democracy

But do I? Suburbian LI, teller, I'm not sure if I can stay long

Pace from here and back, thought you would go hell and back for me

That's cap, you a walking red flag

But at least that ass still fat, Nas ain't never sell no crack

Grandpa's mom a taff, act cracked out and fast

Hit the racetrack to eat pizza at your convenience

Stored my feelings inside a container of mitigation

My life being wasted, it's frailure but it's on the up & up

Like a parachute landing, exactly, not at all

Tall just like liberty lady, temptation calling just to call her

Falling for nigerian dollar scams, ram a truck in like I crash out

I ain greenin, fn

Depression increasing, but how can it lessen, french press in & out

Pale as the fuckin moonlight or when the sun come out

How you gon' say we all black now, solar eclipse on my fortified mind

Can't say everything but I need y'all to know I ain't lying

Train tracks were made for dying, Shakespearean vengance

You tryna' avenge somebody who did all y'all wrong

Like god when he left all of us on this cruel planet, I'm the lowest standard