6th Ballad - Intellectual

Murda is crack to me killing vessels catching souls

Snorting them up my nose

Murda is crack to me who knows how high Ima get take the blade slit the wrist

Love the pain cold as winter shits

In the darkest days grave waist of the woman I'm in crazed and crave for girl just suck my dick

One time got to break the rules

Like them white jews

We shall never lose to kill the law 6th Ballad we all follow flaws of the most false cause

They dig the graves and plants seeds and have a fit

Cause we ain't bloom the way they seen fit

Shouldn't invest in your creator or maker in reality you stab your father in your back

Still killing your mother that's land we walk on you stupid you slack why you people so savage

Just don't know how to relax a bit

Ain't gonna be no water for the fire

The more you continue I guess you think you were hired

To be fired

In the long run' you weren't. Able to put the pressure better if we wanted too, I'm keep these nails in my back to show my kin I was never a hero cause I want lie to mine

I been beaten mistreated belittle misconceived begotten mislead yet never rotten

You won't find me underneath

Their ain't to many people by truth fond of me

I was never liked I once tried to attain a dyke

That's how far I been push I'm still with reality but everybody else got hook fell for the bait out of their origins

We the originals stop taken organs

Some of us are ticking booms for that originally

Wasn't supposed to be an opinion

Of appointment

Cause you know was last forever

Only decompose due to your pass vendetta

Look! what you created

Don't hate it love it

But the times are better, but the times are getting 6th Ballad yes, the times are getting better cause the forecast is destruction weather 2020'

[ Bridge]

I got a poor self-image I seen the bigger picture I thank my moma for the reala ..I got a poor self-image I accepted the dark created my own light I seen the big picture. I got a poor self-image I seen the bigger picture I thank my moma for the reala ...I got a poor self-image I accepted the dark created my own light I'm legend I thank my lord

[ Verse 2]

These black and gold bones

Who only knows

Truth, we hide from we all bitches

You not tough cause you can talk and pull triggers

You only tough when you make that sucka quit holocaust, noose tightening. gun cocking, politic plotting, little black girl' snatching it's called new land trafficking

The wicked is-real no one knows word of wisdom cause purpose is lacking you and you won't and still haven't stood for shit

But still complaining like a little ass bitch

..............see you soon