Creator

Lyrics

[Intro: JS] Why would you create this King in me? It puts so much responsibility in my hands (oh oh) How did I get here? Creator of the wind and the stars, the heavens and mars Everything there is to be Creator, why are you so bad to me? [Verse 1: Los] I wrote my life on the pages, you spoke it into existence These chapters that held me captive, a passage of broken scriptures Surpassing the passive with passion, clashing with hopeless niggas My hopes is to show 'em focus and growth, they expose the sickness Of seeing these flashing lights, taking heed to this bad advice You know demons attack at night, I been dreamin' in black and white Due to lack of a true emotion from things that I've sacrificed In my past, but movin' past it is bringing me back to life Bitch, we ballin' gettin' this money, fuck is these niggas tell me? My homies screamed out the window, I'm making sales on the celly He's seldom used to solicit his retail, just limit detail Never used the specifics and fuck the views of a critic A politician could blow me, I'm rarely apologetic My father ain't even know me, the fuck do these niggas show me? If only I could erase the last 20 years of this life In a flash; I take 'em back; just a couple kids on the bike But by fate he would have a day with knuckleheads in a fight As they jumped him, stomped out his cousin and bust his head with a pipe It erupted something inside him, interrupted his peace Nothing peaceful about that vengeance he would eventually seek See, when you truly affected confusion is never gone Everyday we losing the youth being used as the Devil's pawn As he thought "I'mma kill him, fuck basking in all the sorrow If these niggas murdered me, they'd be back in the club tomorrow" Hit my nigga sticks for a pistol that he could borrow Came around the block in a tinted out Monte-Carlo Told my nigga sticks ride down on 'em, he ready for 'em Semi-automatic weapon in his sweaty palm Caught them niggas slippin', start lickin' the pistol barkin' Bustin' shots for every flower they put on these niggas' coffins But nobody got shot, ditched the pistol, he had to throw it Rest in peace to all you niggas still living but don't know it, King [Verse 2: JS] You make me everything I am I can't exist without your love My enemies rest at your hand And it's because of who you are Oh oh my creator (ah mm ah mm ah) If the sun burns out And the moons stops pulling the ocean If the trees fall down If the birds won't fly And my heart can't love I'll pray that your love brings me out of the darkness My Creator Oh Please Deliver [?] [Outro: Various Newscasters] Two hours of questions and answers A chance to find out what went wrong in 2013 a year that saw 235 murders And it's no secret that the past ten days have put Baltimore in a dubious spotlight As on of the most violent cities in the Country By contrast Baltimore recorded 117 homicides The Cities rate is 18.8 per 100,000 Three times higher than D.C