Gratified Portrait (We On)

[Verse 1: Nino Bless] What what, we on now Shortcomings swarming, trying to dodge my own shots I'm throwing, so who's winning if I'm dropped? Life's not all pie, its like poor Wi-Fi Sometimes you gotta be at the right spot (I think I found mine) My stock never better, now that ya'll competitors been warned Each metaphor encompasses my effort in a song The nexus, between failure, success, wrongs, rights, the results (Now you know what I'm made of Brooklyn) The grind of Dame next to Jay, that helped build Roc-a-Fella for em The heart of Bob Marley, getting shot, then going out there to perform See I weathered storms and locked horns, with gods On beats I'm what Loaded Lux does in the Acapella form Or forum, whatever, its settled I don't fuck with you folks, keep ya medals I'll be the ghetto's Huffington Post, you see this mettle? This ain't no Logan weapon X shit, can't melt this It's that mettle that molds your will and zest when pressure sets in This restlessness is filled with intense emotions Like when John Bonham's death caused Led Zeppelin's split Bless is an index for kids with no guide through adolescence So I add a lesson for every session missed, check this No texting; look you can read this, so be it But it's better to hear the tone that I speak in, you might need this My momma said I need Jesus She found out I sold drugs, weeped, then tried to kill herself, and almost succeeded Her second lease on life's been spent in constant shame Like I dishonored her name, think she's even proud of what I became? No This feels like prison, I'm trying to maintain Behind these bars I'm locked in this pain, I stopped with the praying I have not been the same since the day my sister was raped Swear on my soul, if I find who did it, I'll empty a clip at his face There's tears in my eyes now, I've dug too far Scratch what I wrote for these last two bars, I had to let it out [Hook: Ness Lee] It's nothing in this world fair, and if you think life's fair Then you've seen life rare Cause when you think it's right, there then it's gone But that's my team right there, and if you think I care What you think contrare, cause we We on, we on, we on [Verse 2: Cambatta] Momma said that daddy had a love problem Daddy said that momma had a drug problem Momma said daddy left he ain't coming back Daddy said, I don't know what daddy said, daddy's dead Momma said make him pay for every tear you had to shed Lawyer said daddy was on drugs so no back up bread Batta said if ain't this rap then its gat to head Nino said you the best rapper not from my daddy's eggs Nino's right, right? But I'm still cooking Vigo rice Still couldn't sleep at night, still losing demon fights Swayze gripping steel, black neighbors hate 'em cause he's white They don't see that he is Christ For my white brother, black brothers gonna bleed tonight Reverse of the freedom plight It's hurts me to see the price, the cost of this evil vice That's forced to these people's lives; the envy, the greed, the pride That's programmed so deep inside, like four centuries of lies I want a job, I'm gonna need a tie Say my name is Steven Wise, and change my voice from deep to high I go to court and I don't even try Unless the jury is blind or judge is on reefer high Or black Jesus descends from the freaking sky Maybe then they'll be an even pie Death is just a concept, a threshold I haven't went beyond yet Honestly it's a non threat I fear nothing, but not even nothing cause that's something Put a hole in a nut for the dough and eat munchkins The killer of my dad said he wouldn't drop The killer of my dad was a fucking.... [Hook] [Verse 3: Ness Lee] I wanna leave this evil reef we're on with even odds Completely honest, we have all had dreams of being large You'd be in awe at all the steam I've lost to see them launched I've had several second attempts I've learned lessons; stepped on a limb This is Ness' web redemption, yet there's no peter tosh And if we're being raw I mean my God you see the opportunities we've not? You're probably thinking they're somewhere in between winning an espy on ESPN and espionage And my faith in humanity is lost, deceitful broads key your car And not to see it start, the streets is hard cause you can't even walk Without keeping a heater on, He will rob you if he thinks you got it It will tee him off, and it won't be in golf Some nigga creeping even caught me in dodge I made a wrong turn, I should have had my blinkers on and seen it all He aimed at me and stalled, I saw the reaper's call as I recall I asked him why me? he said "it's in my genes," well then you need them washed You little rappers think its sweet, you're off You can get Skinny Black'd over your CD in stalls Try to get yourself on, plug in the wrong outlet To touch green still your error won't be free of charge I swear I get better with time, dog That's why I have no issues in ever telling you my flaws These niggas can't stop me stupid, its useless I stop myself its probably more entertaining for you to watch me do it I gotta do it for I, like as in my way But in my case, it has been I that's been in my way So if I may I will revert back to the guy that made Nino first believe in me It's Phantome to the E-N-D [Hook]