Anonymous / Son of Man

Painting my feelings Don't paint me as villain I wear the weight no cape on my Back I'm ready and able and willing For any dealings aces, jacks Deal with it and still win It's really fulfilling In my bag in my brief and they Thieves and they scheming to steal it Demon hours If I go purging don't be astounded Doin homework I need Allowance Tonight gon be a show jimmy fallon Head is clouded where is heaven Round here What if a nigga not allowed in It's in the air I stay grounded Y'all was sugarcoating since Kool aid Pouches Devil getting close But I won't Go They gon try to tour us Like horoscopes They tore us Down to the floor Won't box me in I know the ropes Roy jones Down 10 toes On 2 soles Maybe I ain't a goat yet cause I ain't Sold my soul I really been waiting My back feeling weighted This time I'm making a statement Prolific pictures I'm painting I'm like when will the pain end Patient but really the thing is Shootin up prayers amen Might send a letter to satan Like what you talking bout What your problem is Keep on sending demons out I'm so tired of this Just by word of mouth Spill my consciences Letters and the documents make sure That it's anonymous Make sure that shit is anonymous Never had a pit to piss instead I'll find my own with all confidence So I'm bottomless Facing all consequences Missing on all this shit just cause My Cautiousness But niggas dying, you missing the Obvious shows your incompetence Common sense, Theses words are just spewing from The esophagus Damaged documents straight from My thoughts and man I promise I will show my prominence Wanna make it to the top and just Sky scrape shit you know metropolis My pen so singed Hells heat can't damage me I'd be god Damned In the same boat as back then now I'm the captain Put it park and belts unfasten Parkour over the traffic Like lights camera back flip I really been waiting My back feeling weighted This time I'm making a statement Prolific pictures I'm painting I'm like when will the pain end Patient but really the thing is Shooting up prayers aiming Might send a letter to satan Like what you talking bout What your problem is Keep on sending demons out I'm so tired of this Just by word of mouth Spill my consciences Letters and the documents make sure That it's anonymous I really been waiting My back feeling weighted This time I'm making a statement Prolific pictures I'm painting I'm like when will the pain end Patient but really the thing is Shooting up prayers aiming Might send a letter to, letter to You, the son of man We the same but I breathe fire Through the diaphragm Recessive trait from satan I command a sonogram I bleed, you bleed too But what is blood and fam to you Cause I don't fuck with Uncle Sam Questioning him, the government And the son of god Hidden flows, they camouflage Let em know I beat the odd and Ultimatums If there were souls to these demons I would take em But I'll let em live in peace so Asa lama lakum If my presence is accepted, I'd take Gifts, presents or power but peace is Preferenced Peacing lessons together, create a Message Less of supply and demand and more Of snatch what you hand me Whether direct or indirected Like Spike Lee Never fully known how to Do The Right Thing Almost fully out my mind don't mind Me Never known myself so I'm going Through this mirror maze blindly I don't know when I'll finally find me Me, me, me Bullets and the strays yeah Filling in the blanks yeah You'll see yourself saying Take me home and hold me close Hard to keep calm With everything goin on round here How long can I find How long can I find My mind, my mind, my mind Mind over matter Does mine even matter Family matters Can't let the wins get low I can't fathom The fam, I can't fail them