Hurt in my ends

Speak to my mama, we do move a lot

City to city to black

Man is so skinny, but still fuck an op

Blue turn to red

Niggas get snatched and it happens a lot

Niggas get snatched then they gone

Niggas get snatched then they gone, oh god

Another ending, that’s never ending

When will the birds sing, god

Another ending, when will the birds sing?

Birds, birds, birds in my ends

Speaking in song

Speaking in hym

Words to my people will flock

Word to my niggas i do call a rock

Freedom is pain, but pain is so temporary

Scars from the pain like a mercenary

I sell the pain cus’ it’s mercantile

Please stream with purpose baby

Another ending, that’s never ending

When will the birds sing, god

Another ending, when will the birds sing?

Close my eyes as i lay down

Cus home was never something round

Like birds i fly

Away from home

Another night

On my own

Staying inside

Never helped myself

But i can't control

What these are things are about

Freedom freedom so sweet

I cannot stop

What im doomed to repeat

So you set aside the pain

As youre calling out my name

Bodies hit the floor, moving slow mo

Pain made a nigga feel violent

Made him feel suicidal

Another man lost on the pavement

We replay the violence

Sometimes i see my body looking back at me

Wonder if I’ll make it to the other side of 23

Another ending that’s never ending when will the birds sing

Another ending that’s never ending when will the birds sing god