Dark Hearts

All about rain, all about pain, all about bugs in the brain

All about madness, all about sadness, all about all the ones who never had shit

We running in the streets like venom, not Em, but the smoke gone get them

One shot, one rhyme, then split them, whether streets or the beats we hit them

DRM blowing out the frame, now y'all know, that this not a game

So, fuck the bull, this shit is plain, the season changed, I'll bring the pain

I be the rain, I be the storm, I be the bee, I be the swarm

I see the weak and see them gone, I'd rather flee than be the pawn

I'll be the King, I can't take an L. The knight piece out and the bishop's hell

The Queen is dead, and the rook is gone, no straight moves on a crooked lawn