Bloody Knuckles

Watching hands on the clock move When you focused most these nigga try stop you Only do it cuz i got to, push the pedal full throttle Marching on the cobble, sorrow been bottled When i saw truth had to chase it Time wasted keep my thoughts racin No waitin in this location Under the sun by my brothers on the pavement Demons tryn break in but we kept the locked door Picking up the issues fam dropped off Knuckles hit the drywall Running but we not lost Took some time off Stressing had me sick Cut ties now i move like ashes in the wind Never was the type of nigga fitted in But i brought light like a filament See you switchin and its tragic Same nigga from the cradle to the casket In the face of trouble i be laughin Striking matches Issues in the past tense Severed my attachments Niggas really wasn’t with me through them rough patches U just a image i see nothing in ya caption