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Freestyle by Nicky G

Been through a lot, but I aint cryin no mo
The Devil wants my soul tied in a bow
I'll never let my dreams lie on the flo and die
Seems to me that's where depression resides
I'm focused on my why nots
Better not ask why
Them jail rugs, more reason not to sell bud
I'll support myself if no one else does
But I'm battlin fears, been 26 years
And I'm still searchin for the store that sells love
Who got some? Put it in a box umma
Purchase like Fashion
Boss and PacSun, spittin like I'm Pac son
This whatcha get when you raise up a jit
With a love for all music plus a mother's hallelujahs
Issa spiritual, miracle, not to mention lyrical child
With a beat that they can hear real loud
This heat that I administer's
For people barely finishin meals
And overdosing on pills from AstraZeneca
Everybody born alone, nobody wanna die it
it's hard to keep your mind quiet. I've tried it
I thank God for the music. For getting me inspired
To write my first hook. Now they wavin church books
No sour notes allowed, keep the hymns strictly cinnamon
Ponderin the sin of men told in Genesis
My sermon escalates til I scream with it hop wit it
Tired, while the choir do the lean wit it rock wit it
With diabolical pen, bid Sayonara to them
Refuse to be boxed in like dioramas
I admonish anyone who takes the culture for play
I'd rather die than be a vulture for pay
I'd rather die than cop a gold Alpine and leave my soul outside
While gettin sponsored by the whole Ralph Line
(ha) I guarantee I'll never quit
Wake up every morning like "I gotta get"
That's it.