"Promises"

Gnotes:
I don’t need to answer to you vultures
Only insecure rappers are questioning
devotion to this culture
You couldn’t comprehend the stress
I’ve been dealing with
For real, I couldn’t give a shhhhh
less if youre feeling this
It's for the therapy and art
So if you can't create something comparable
stop staring at me hard
And write what you would like up in your articles
People with no talent
try to rip these true brothers down to particles
Satan’s fantasy is standing on the block
Talking ‘bout the skills you’ve got
but never making motion on them
My reality is viewing from the top
Looking down on the flock
Spilling the love potion of them
Another formula for sitting on the corner
Warning other not to scrape
sunbeams from my morning sky
Life runs in circles
Percolate your purpose with no shame
Or name on my headstone

And I’ve been anonymous for too long,
My name is Sean, I rock new songs to sleep
Another beat played from the back
is just another pin piece
emancipated from the haystack
I’ve done wheelchairs,
Been on my death bed before
and I don’t want to be there anymore
So won't you listen
I’ve been living with a promise
When that day comes again
I’ll know that I got something accomplished

I’ve done wheelchairs
Been on my deathbed before
and I’m not trying to be there anymore
So wont you listen, I’ve been living with a promise
When that day comes again
I’ll know that I got something accomplished
And I remember deathbeds in my past
with my family by my side just in case I didn’t last
And true friends came to visit in the mornings
On some never mind the fact
that I’m tripping off the morphine
Hey yo, I’m straight up out of it, load the clip
Chose to rally it
before they put my kidneys on dialysis
I figure if I beat death for a little bit,
its only right to let him no that I appreciate it
I’ve done wheelchairs,
been on my deathbed before,
and I’m not trying to be there anymore
So wont you listen
I’ve been living with a promise
When that day comes again,
I’ll know that I got something accomplished

Life, dreams, work, sleep, hustle
It's been slow progress, limitless momentum
I’m risen from my sleep once again
Trapped in the rhythms of a system of repression

Fallen angles, dust to the wind

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Remix Riddim produced by Gnotes
Original appears on Broken Spoke

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