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The Book Of Mos
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(Verse 1) This is my story, this is my song/ If you feel it, yo sing along/ A product of my father’s rage/ And my mother’s disappointment/ From the city where I was raised/ To the pain that has no ointment/ From these mental disabilities/ To pressured responsibilities/ From a decade of injustice/ Of destruction, and corruption/ Young teens addicted to substance after substance/ Feeling like god ain’t amongst us/ 10 years pass by/ And my head’s still high/ Knocked down a couple times but I’m still in the fight/ Tryna free my mind day and night/ All alone, that’s how I pushed through/ And those are my only child blues/ Surrounded by friends and yеt I still feel alone/ I got five sensеs that take control of my dome/ These types of lines are those that touch deep in your heart/ The style ain’t visual, but this sound is like art/ I scent a sense in me of insecurity/ That leaves a certain bad taste of obscurity/ What I see through my eyes is all real/ I be cracking many jokes cuz that’s how life feels/ So I resort a journal of rhymes/ Jotting my autobiography in every line/ And maybe I’ll reach heights telling this life of mine/ So I’m just hoping that I can blow up in time/ (Hook) This is The Book Of Mos, open up, page one/ These are Words from The King Of The Young And Dumb/ So take a look inside and see what you’ll find/ You’d commit suicide tryna read my mind/ (Verse 2) And I got big dreams in this nightmare of a life/ Feeling like I’m drowning with all these dips and dives/ Daily thoughts on my mind if imma live or die/ Cuz life is like a trip with no brakes on the ride/ Let my mind take the wheel, but then it whooped my ass/ Growing old way too fast/ It’s like a foot planted on the gas/ Don’t know how long I’ll last/ Or if I’ll even pass/ And I been letting go of the past/ But it feels like the future is way scarier/ Walls in my room feel like more than just barriers/ I fear what’s in the exterior/ And hate what’s in the interior/ I’m always in the ring with my thoughts/ Won and lost, back and forth, in every round I fought/ Mexican standoff with my mind, keep missing shots/ But if I start to slipping, then I might get caught/ Questioning my psychology/ With my ghetto terminology/ Speech soundwaves played through technology/ Keeping my faith with lessons from Deuteronomy/ And thinking bout what I’m tryna be/ Honestly/ When I be consciously Spitting all honesty/ It’s just like therapy/ No need to choose my words carefully/ Just letting it all out/ Dropping rhyme bombs until the fallout/ I walk through the streets and see people that can’t cope/ With no hope/ A city with no idea of what’s better/ All I want is to lift you up with my letters/ Listen to me, this is only the beginning/ The war’s barely started, but soon we’ll start winning/ The war’s barely started, but soon we’ll start winning (Hook x2) This is The Book Of Mos, open up, page one/ These are Words from The King Of The Young And Dumb/ So take a look inside and see what you’ll find/ You’d commit suicide tryna read my mind/
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