Perspective

[Verse 1:] Yo, I set Northern Lights on fire Get higher off of each bowl Plot deceitful, we wolves dressed in sheep’s wool We the people are not accepting our demise We concealing our identities, a blessing in disguise Directly in my eyes, that’s where the fire scorches Seeking higher forces, inside of iron horses Alive is corpses, with the heroes left to die Like it’s a standoff at high noon under desert skies LI to Bedford-Stuy to up town where Tech resides With God as my witness, I gotta stand and testify If you real you recognize our lives are jeopardized So we drink away pain and maintain by getting high C’mon step inside, play the track, let it ride See why I burn bridges, turn vicious, sever ties Cause everytime somebody put Bolic under pressure Life flash before my eyes and burn an image on my retina [Hook:] ([samples] – Diabolic. I’m ain’t the type dude you go to war with. I gotta chip on my shoulder. Bring it on. Knock ya head, break the fuck up off ya.) – 2X [Verse 2:] Yo, yo, I think it’s easy to tell the life I’m leading is hell I can see the future, it’s my past repeating itself Be catching several cases and just sleeping in cells Like Al-Qaeda plotting to send you plastique in the mail I know Jesus can feel that I miss my silent nights Since they been replaced by siren lights and fire fights I duel on iron mics and excel when it’s crunch time Double fisted, alcoholism in my blood line Sometimes they say I’m crazy and they sort of right I want to go door to door tonight and murdering ’till morning light Cause I was born poor and I ain’t the corporate type So maybe when I got shit, I’ll think there’s more to life ‘Till it happens, yeah right, I’ll fight and I’ll paper chase Off the books, dodging the federal government’s database At a later date, my paper mate, may just change my fate Paid to write about the times when I made mistakes, now [Hook] – 2X [Verse 3:] Yo, yo, Lord knows Bolic couldn’t fathom what was foretold At the crossroads, God talking back in morse code Lost soul as confused as Donnie Darko Wishing I was ignorant to these illuminati barcodes The shit I know could make the human body’s heart blow Presidential plots supplying Giuliani’s cargo Car loads of soldiers in illegal wars With a system designed to keep the poor people poor To keep the poor asking why the fuck they breathing for Mad, like let’s burn the flag that we pledge allegiance toward Tired of these streets, sick of this convenience store Fuck I do nuttin’ new, everything I’ve seen before Old E, pounds of weed, G’s of raw Now I see, keys are pure, stashed in Buick Regal doors Creating a monster in the street’s deepest core So it’s time all y’all realize that we at war, c’mon [Hook] – 2X (I did not type these, Thanks to Hattscrib and B-Pun)