S a i n t ' s . R o w

Sometimes I feel that need to cry but man I can′t I noticed how his absence changed the way a nigga think Confused on lingered anger when I rap cuz I'm a saint right? Nah′ Ian a saint, just won't wonder where a can't Lately, I been breaking barriers, like fuck what niggas say Gave me weight and I′m gone carry it cuz′ aint no other way In my head, I kept secrets, cuz' I knew where it was safe Til′ them secrets sat so long it start feeling out of place Made morals due to lack of a vision a role create No petition my intuition control and roll my fate Mediator turning villian in the music that he make You critique and judge but just be real for jesus sake Man in the mirror can't afford being condescending All these niggas say the real but you know them niggas fake Feel like he losing every day, even though they think he winning He just used to niggas doubting and clowning him everyday And now he stuck, confused, feeling the rhythm and blues Feeling more independent the more he counting up blues Honestly it′s fuck the world, don't care if its sounding rude Feeling more understanding, cuz he been in niggas shoes Friends showing fake love but what it mean to a nigga Tried to voice his opinion but what it mean to them niggas Making different color bands what is green to a nigga? Obsession for them dead presidents, a fiend for them niggas Keeping my foot on they neck until my name is consecrated Losing patience so isolation keeping me concentrated Fuck tenacious, can′t lose my patience til' I have operated He got drums like a band but his niggas ain't tryna′ play it Since I plan on making bands hands consolidating Too advanced I′m in a trance, flows incarcerated Righting wrongs my left hand been getting tired of waiting Misunderstood, they can't stand to discombobulated