That pt. 2

i remember he told me...calm down, calm down, calm down, calm down

(Equipto)

ya,god forgets my soul when im doing bad

the pain im feeling when living life too fast

so calm down with the words that i heard last

my ear drums are still numb from the first blast

i couldnt turn back past the grave into my head for the dead

putting ash in graves

and i smoke with the spirit so feel me rise

over clouds for now up until we die, its like that

i set off through the star spangle

looking for a light to guide me to an angel

gotta be smart and hide behind all the answers

when everythings dark my heart is full of anger

(Nikatina)

i rather be a bull for a day than a goat forever

my life is a joke so whatever

man prime time reason and rhyme, you know the rhyme be the reason

sling shots and chuck taylors, its the season

there is no state of the art or no special effects

its just money, politics, and these projects

can you imagine yo a playboy thats kickin it live

but in his own damn mind yo hes doin time

now thats deeper than the craters on the moon

crushin up weed in the back dressing room

i hate to be greedy but i love to be greedy

i hope the little god love me but dont be me

i do it like a gene, blaze in a beenie

life time kahn tracking no you cant free me, queezy

(Equipto)

ya we live and die its all for the cash flow

dont give replies, im high and we act cold

i dont know why i couldnt explain

lost focus of the love in the innocent way, live for today

hey im escape to the music, to try to make up for all the wrong that im doin

i swear i know better, but so far gone

and no gaurd hear the cry out in every song

its upon everybody through moods of stars

rise and fall im there with my open arms

(Nikatina)

man its such a rush that i get when the money is spent and all the dope is lit

man this is how i repent, i keep a devils eye on tigas that spit to gip[?]

and is it true when the afta like the souls a drip

thats kamakazi logic, man the ghetto is the topic

you trying to cop it, you gotta sell it then you drop it

its like its hot cause if its not then the plot starts to thicken

im sorry but moneys a religion, fly like a pigeon

man whats your decision? the homies is waiting in the filmoe division

rap like living, fast cars driven, its something like prison

but this is how we listen, listen