I used to hump my pillow at night.. The type of silent prayer to help myself prepare for the light.. Me and my cousin Duce would rank the girls between one and ten.
And when my fears arise I blow them out. Blow them out, get it out. Blow it out, get it out. . Death creeps through the streets over programmed beats.
We are broken instruments. Burst wide open, smashed and bent. . Not what you'd expect. From these city streets. Who serves to protect. The orchestra in me?.
Can you feel it' Nothing can save you. I'm tougher than bullets so baby pray to your savior. I never been shot but I bet you I'm braver. I'm taking my spot, nigga, I ain't afraid to be me.