Neverending Story (feat. Tony Ri'chard)

It's Tony Ri'chard You know Yea Everything ending but nothing is over We in wicked times call it October Alert and alarmed my spirit is sober I'm from the boot so you know I'm soldier Chill in a challenger hemi my motor I had to humble myself and get bolder I only got a few friends I'm a loner When you start popping these people gone stone ya We get it popping like shots in the parking lot Quit that gossip and yapping you talk alot Systematic oppression compressing my section It's black and it's white so we falling out Yea I'm walking in faith I don't walk In doubt If I fall on my face Ima walk it out If you walking in fake Ima call it out When you filthy in sin you can't spray with shout All that pride in your heart need to humble self God is coming back down with Orion's Belt Sell your soul just to melt in a pot of wealth Life a vapor it's quick so don't waste your breath All this mental depression been killing me Doctor tap on my shoulder ain't feeling me Spirit all on my body like dungarees I'm a lion for real I pay jungle fees I be ducking and dodging these felonies Y'all be snitching on people to deputies Put my life and my soul in these melodies When I'm writing I'm taking a remedy All my brothers been lying dead in the street Bullets piercing they bodies he lost a piece All his homies been crying like rest In peace All the mothers be single the daddies peace I just pray on my knees the violence cease But the beef gone be rising like it's some yeast All these 6's I think we gone see the beast Look the president lying straight through his teeth Everything ending but nothing is over Love doesn't come back and say that I told ya How they critiquing what they never showed us Every time they try to send us to hell We hop in the flame and come back colder I don't think that they really believe They fake gang banging Elmo and Grover I could tell that you not really team But I ain't trip I just kept my composure I can tell who you are by the odor It is such an unpleasant aroma You been running for years tryna cover it all But it's time for indecent exposure Got some ones in my pocket lets take it off All of my homies are hoopers but they keep a stick with em Like they been playing golf Most of these rappers are losers They hide behind money and women to play it off They tryna fool ya but they ain't got fans They good for one hit then they fading off But Aha gone be here forever I pray that they jam me in Heaven The Angels are dancing to songs off Secession Imagine the face of the Reverends Who told me that I wouldn't get in Because of my over expression They all tried to do me like Stephen They call us evil cause we carrying weapons But throwing stones that be causing depression So many times I been told with aggression That I am not worth it like I'm not a person You need to know that you not helping you hurting And open your eyes to the things you can't see you an urchin Ya'll only make it about drinking and smoking and cursing Ignoring the fact that it comes with a burden The good doctor doesn't get mad at the symptoms Need to retire the hate isn't working, nigga