Broken Sticks Lyrics

Yeah

All I know how to do is set the tone

It's like

This is my mind and body at the apex

Skin of a moor that made abundance though he was gave less

From the jungle I can show you where the apes rest

Unfortunate few yelled out uncle while the streets tried to break necks

Intermissions limited if you live in sin you can't take rest

Wore latex bagging work just in case the place swept

Ain't slept wasn't a mattress just dirt and various taste tests

The tool by the gate kept somewhat of civil order

Question

Will you book it when you hit the border

Niggas saying never change just to drop dimes and ended up giving quarters

Free all my blood who got concrete as they living quarters

Palms reach on scarred plexi for estranged sons and dismissive daughters

The game won this shit is sordid

The sane ones get they shit and bounce

Insane ones stay where they were brought up

Consider me the latter I'm tryna lift my order

Tryna lift my order

You harbor feelings and they stroll to your area like a promenade

Engineered by God but the fear installed all my momma game

Admittedly I never had my sight on the hall of fame

Old age would be nice take delight in hauling canes

Slave blood in our father names and still at that precipice

Only two directions when you tryna exit cliffs

Walk back on your fight or take flight into the endless mist

Purgatory or Hell there aint no Heaven when your skin is tint

I need the block, I need the ward, I need more

I need my people to stop falling for they accords

Herd out the weasels and cut the mistakes they done caused

Spill on this easel and pray we rid of our wars

That's law

Spill on this easel and pray we rid of our wars

That's law

This is more than a verse

It's an introduction of where we walking on Earth

The scorched ground and the corners we lurk

But we found blessings even if we been lost since the birth

Church

Church