Speed Of Life

INTRO
{Whisper} Speed Of Life (2 times)

CHORUS
The art of death at the speed of life
the bread you get is from the dough that you need in life
strength of your soul only grow when you feed it right
when they decide you dont need a life
they'll leave you with a grieving wife
at the speed of life
the bread you get is from the dough that you need in life
strength of your soul only grow when you feed it right
when they decide you dont need a life
they'll leave you with a grieving wife

1ST VERSE
The art of death at the speed of life
black lungs but the weed is nice
std's breed through the seed of life
suffocated by the smog
blinded by the fog
ducking bullets sent to readress my residence to the morgue
the weight of the world on my back
on my stomach with my face in the mud
strength of surviving slaves in my blood
we target practice for the police
its just us in these rough streets
blast back when they flash heat
no justice, no peace
trapped by the old beast in these stressful times
I speak the truth these niggas pressed to rhyme
small number of the population really see the rest is blind
but Ill be free till my resting time
they blast me
no regrets, it was just my time
some will listen to my lyrics and they'll say Im very evil
but Im a revolutionary, neccessary evil

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2ND VERSE
A mental is worse than a physical death
walking shell on the streets three-fourth a life left
in his physical breath
type of nigga that a kill your mom and bomb your dad
comfort you between screams of they were all I had
infinite wisdom
whats worse, the nigga or the system
whose wrong judaism, muslim, or christian
apocalypse has arisen
your time here is given
what strays from ak's easily takes away
the last crime and pain in these final times and days
will prophecies ring true at the end of the maze
I got ills
niggas got weed and pills
do you know the state of your soul when your breathing stills
the mirror man another enemy
fake friends and enemies
saying Im cold Im just trying to save my soul
my age young
my mind say Im old
the divine script writer assigned k my role

** CHORUS **

3RD VERSE
Respect was lost and earned
you lost your turn at redemption
when on my lawn your crosses burn
cage me
say that Im savage
savage and crazy
do all you can on earth to curse my babies
Its my war
me against the world............

END