A Story of Spoken Words by Kid Abyss Lyrics
When your accompanied judgements has no relevance to success
That's a time to cut you off for saying too much bs
I don't care about your feelings at that point in time no need to stress
For the bullshit I went through for you ain't gotta free my chest
Cause the "S" on my chest stand for saved and niggas do the rest
To accumulate my time I think of us as a unit
Trying to live involves me listening and Seeing the music
To free my mind over the conscience I had inside my aculix
Women tried to date me had me locked down like strait jackets
Cause they wouldn't let me go
No They wouldn't let me go
Man The past is the past gotta move on to some more
Education on life lessons and adolescence that set in hopefully it'll set in
The quickness of reality
A wise man told me to love at a distance
I can't do that cus my love for you is love at an instant
The game taught me how to speak the game culture fluent
My goals as a kid was to play ball and be a bruin
But instead I took a long road just as harsh
Road so long Harriet couldn't even walk the extra march
But i set forth on grievance
Pray that life distorted frequently
Constantly giving tips on how to tip money to TDE
Rep the label of PTE
Live life but not too flawlessly g
Making life living hell for them niggas who said I can't do it
Nigga mutha fuck you I pray yo life get ruined
Cus I'm the thats one working 40 days and 40 nights
What you doing?
Sitting at home watching the Housewives fight
Nigga get yo ass up
Nigga get yo mind right
This the real world not the Matrix for a Klondike
Top it off, Niggas go to jail for being a nigga
I'm telling you that trill shit
Not that pat yo back shit
Being mentally murdered
Inside the weak of depth shit
I came I saw I conquered
No shame I blame all this on playas
Cus the cold dead mind heart is the rotten fruit
Is constantly taken for grant I put my heart into
I put my fight into
I shed tears and the blood that is cut
From the wound
I try to clean it up
Try to wrap it up
Get a first aid kit and try to patch it up
Not knowing that the cut is all internal
That's ironic
Cus we look towards our future
And try to cover up the past
But the past will be the future
And will end up to haunt you
That's a time to cut you off for saying too much bs
I don't care about your feelings at that point in time no need to stress
For the bullshit I went through for you ain't gotta free my chest
Cause the "S" on my chest stand for saved and niggas do the rest
To accumulate my time I think of us as a unit
Trying to live involves me listening and Seeing the music
To free my mind over the conscience I had inside my aculix
Women tried to date me had me locked down like strait jackets
Cause they wouldn't let me go
No They wouldn't let me go
Man The past is the past gotta move on to some more
Education on life lessons and adolescence that set in hopefully it'll set in
The quickness of reality
A wise man told me to love at a distance
I can't do that cus my love for you is love at an instant
The game taught me how to speak the game culture fluent
My goals as a kid was to play ball and be a bruin
But instead I took a long road just as harsh
Road so long Harriet couldn't even walk the extra march
But i set forth on grievance
Pray that life distorted frequently
Constantly giving tips on how to tip money to TDE
Rep the label of PTE
Live life but not too flawlessly g
Making life living hell for them niggas who said I can't do it
Nigga mutha fuck you I pray yo life get ruined
Cus I'm the thats one working 40 days and 40 nights
What you doing?
Sitting at home watching the Housewives fight
Nigga get yo ass up
Nigga get yo mind right
This the real world not the Matrix for a Klondike
Top it off, Niggas go to jail for being a nigga
I'm telling you that trill shit
Not that pat yo back shit
Being mentally murdered
Inside the weak of depth shit
I came I saw I conquered
No shame I blame all this on playas
Cus the cold dead mind heart is the rotten fruit
Is constantly taken for grant I put my heart into
I put my fight into
I shed tears and the blood that is cut
From the wound
I try to clean it up
Try to wrap it up
Get a first aid kit and try to patch it up
Not knowing that the cut is all internal
That's ironic
Cus we look towards our future
And try to cover up the past
But the past will be the future
And will end up to haunt you