The Desolate One

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah This shit is demonic right here boy Yeah, I don't understand man Y 'all hear these words I am the son of the fallen one For real, yeah [Verse] Peek through these alleys and corners visions beyond the gutter I gave birth to this creed, I breed like a Adonis mother You will never find another they might look the same in this game But the buck stops there no telling gotta be honest, brother But it's all relative Rеdemption is what they promise colourеds I met peace by myself 'cause I was never fond of others All winter, it was my turn to churn and grind some butter I got that work hard for the money to become the don of summers God's amongst us, but I could feel the devil he's closing in How does it feel when your hero just sold his soul to win? Slaughtered priest found by the chapel robbed for a stroll of sins All the beasts bounded by shackles scarred by the lows of men No defence, but the pitfalls by the gates and a bread to kill you Look in the pupils in every dog that I fed a meal to One word, and they'll take ya genitalia for memorabilia You touch my kids? I damn near guarantee every pet 'll feel ya Yeah, analyze these squares when I broke these angles Ropes get dangled with the hopes to hang you choking strangled Though it's painful these words gonna give you courage When most is shameful this industry is full of savage demons and broken angels Yeah, supposed to show you love but they chose to blame you How was you trained to accept the teachings of those who slain you? Damn, still a child of God, but I'm hell-bound it shells counted But those in my circle of TRUST is well-rounded Yeah, I've seen families cry on them jail visits The average man can't take the smell in it Six by nine selling years hell-sent it repelled critics 'Cause every loss I learned from but you can't spell Millions without them L's in it Nah, you get to it by infesting your ones That scared money you hold and get you left in the slums I sold that pain on the first 'cause I was second and none I won't rest 'till I'm done, I'm the Desolate One Yeah, the brain thinks but the heart knows A street nigga with God's glow but a scarred soul lost cause These ghettos turn John Snow's and a John Doe's Now we out of town with a large load dark roads Lead to a broken dream and a heart cold How you not gonna smell blood with a shark's nose? All these premonitions destined to come The graphic scripts of Duffle Bag, the Desolate One