Till we got caught
The city
Always asks a lot
Demanding
Some smoke
Let’s make it
Hood enough
Wrist
Itch a lot
When they itch
You go get faded
Lose yourself
Think you’re jaded
In reality
You’re just playing
It’s part of
What makes you
Satan
I’m not saying you
The devil
I know the devil
He ain’t you
You know
I’m just playing
People say never talk
Bout satan
My bro be talkin
bout satan
But he ain’t playin
So much Satan
Make me think
God I love what you
Created
With my Tims and
My mind
When it gets to
What must be said
And
I only finish
When I’m free enough
Like how you
Be actin tough
But I see you crying
When I tell you
What is up
And how the role
Reverse
When the police show up
Twist and turn
Fly easy
Here the truck
Full of ice
Creamin just got easy
Get me a swirl
That pops up
Nice and easy
You’re fearless
Thanks for nothin
God bless
And take it easy
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– Kelsey Jo