Chozen / The Prevalance Of Issues

Lyrics

[Part I: Chozen] [Intro] Cha [Verse 1] First come, first serve Chose like a rose that rose up from the curb She by the liquor store with the minerals in her purse Entangle you for looking, you took it, you just a nerd We part of God's people, we done made it out the worst Have you ever seen the springtime from a hearse? My granny had stripes, she carried us out the curse The details, when you reflect that shit kinda hurt I'm mobbing on Main, deranged, I'm 'bout to burst All the cocaine and strange habits we've learned I'm numb to the spine, I'm fine, no need to worry Chose my path so crooked, that shit scurvy Testify dotting my I's but you ain't heard me We was nineteen, goddamn that shit blurry New dawn come sooner than later, I choose I'm raised for a better view of the loss I grew Buy a bag, flip it, resell it, I wish I knew I'm by the liquor store with one-fifty, hit me with two [Interlude] But then I had a realfriend that came at me, like real- like, listen bitch. I'mma just keep it a hundred with you, you got mad chips on your shoulder, y'know I'm saying, like you really need to check yourself and I had to accept that, y'know I'm saying, only a real friend- somebody that care about you is gonna tell you the real [Verse 2] Cha Give the body some time to detox from the illness, stillness Meet too gracefully, can we build from the emptiness? Had to repurpose him to a point where I could finish him Here, that's a nigga there in the mirror I appreciate Value the circumstances, we hold 'em, they depreciate What's on that jacket, a lot of treachery we imitate Link with the infinite like a scribble of the figure-eight One [Part II: The Prevalance of Issues] [Intro] Cha, cha [Verse 3] Red banks Bourbon, diversion, black churches Ceremonial [?] turban The politics stash urban, type blacker than blue Crush groove on a new moon landscape Push through do you, truer to however Nil by mouth, reasonable doubts Perfidious south side, you ever made a toast at the river side? He was teary-eyed when he died, man go by sunset The petrified glance of a gang sign Yet we pocket watch channel five Ditch disposable thumb, coco conundrum complex My Sinbad complex syndrome, packages in tow Leave it all behind beloved, the lush got enough of it Eureka's alibi, tungsten flat-foot beat stomping Rambunctious outfits on bail More niggas ready to kill, cause the city offers up nothing More death, dysfunction, cock sucking Cotton-picking ass crackers in they loft bluffing New Memphis, rename every street in the name of the niggas you killed and lobbied to discredit Re-edit, anesthetic Jit jukin' on a dog leash tight-rope choking that bitch with more heat I'm F-R-E-E freer than most G's who bleed on both knees Some find grace through skills we don't need Everything working, mister don't play with tools with no purpose Cha