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Old 07-21-2018, 12:52 PM   #1
DMS
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Default Power Abuse ft. NTC and Lenox

Power Abuse ft. NTC and Lenox

Kinda old thing I made while Lenox and me first talked on kik,


Verse one DMS
I’m scraping up some money on yard work
When my friend Hundy offers me some hard work
I’ll tell you later. Do this job first,
He tells me of a lady who he knows likes walks, “Why not rob her, it’s easy money.”
What are these odd words,
I agree to come, but what am I taking up
I finish raking up, I grab a switch blade n gun
“Which way will she come.”
“This Way Bill! Come on! Quick git out the gun!”
But I pull out the knife, he plans it like a hit n run.
But I won’t take a life.
He says to shank her twice.
But just close my eyes, she starts screaming, no surprise,
My hearts beating so my sides Open wide,
“Come on dude, let’s go fo a ride”
“ We gave you power, over mans lives,
who can and can’t die, but who’s hand you hand my, tools and who has the jack knife,
is who stands and who has life,
You plan to use that for cash, right.
Who Grabs a fews GATS and glass sights
Who stabs and who jabs and has fights.”

“But poverty is power over mans mind,
probably turn yer sight black blind
A conscience is a tool that can’t be sharpened in the dark
So when you live in it it’s hard for you to start
When your car could use parts And a harvest in your cart
then it’s hard to choose what’s smart.”

Verse 2 NTC

Woke up to a normal day broke as fuck I was sure to say.
I talked to Darren asked if he had a job for me "Sorta, mane.".
We lived together and he suggested an armed robbery.
"Don't even stress it I'll do the work you'll be in the car probably.".
Whatever I got it it's gotta be far it's gotta be.
"Yeah yeah nowhere near here just don't start sobbin' please.".
He's like my brother a bond that can never be broken.
I talked to him to get focused with him I'm never hopeless.
Hopped in the car as he drove fast and we rode past.
The city limits my feelin's endin' drove by a buildin' stopped by a ho that.
Was walkin' down the side walk "Shut up I'll talk.".
Says D with a smirk there's pain in my stomach deep and it hurts my eyes lock.
Down rested a bit suddenly I woke up Darren's leavin' the car wait hold up.
Why you leaving? "You know what fuck it you do it since you outta you're coma.".
I grabbed his nine millimeter that was the first time I'd fill a heater.
Still I'm eager to get paid maybe even get laid I feel the need to.
Cock it back and I kept my hands locked in fact.
In case the odds are stacked can't think cause I never shot a gat.
There he is a lone stranger after this I ain't doin' No Favors.
Cold pavement as I walk on it I stroll later.
Than I thought I would suddenly I hold the gun in my right hand.
And tell him not to move or I'll kill him wherever he might stand.
I'm not a kind man this'll take forever for you to siphon.
He'll never know what hit him he shouts "Alright then!".
He closes his eyes for the final time as three bullets fly inside.
His chest I think of everyone I've ever idolized.
Then I realise that I might survive I grabbed his wallet.
And ran away I ain't goin' in the can today suddenly I'm fallin'.
I got with a stray bullet somethin' tells me stay put and.
If I could get to the doctor's in time they may pull it.
Out another fires and tears my flesh I'm scared to Death.
We was only here for theft suddenly the wallet's gone then Darren left.


[Verse 2]: Jon
Lyrics bounce off my screen from the street lights reflection,
Can’t tell which way is right.. & every wrong done seems like I’m guessin,
Can’t sleep tight at night cuz demons keep smiting depression on my teen life, I’m stressin.
Multiple times I had to rewrite this section, gotta take advantage of my lyrical weapons & keep striking fear into the non-superiors with imperial methods.
Except I’m living paycheck to paycheck, not knowing who to pay next.
Boss on my neck, shit job, so I stay stressed.
I stay pressed for cash, im better off breaking in glass and doing bank jobs with masks.
I feel like I’m nearing death. But ima keep fighting till my weary breath is at heavens steps.
From now on every thing is past tense, jotting lyrics on the pad wondering where the fuck rap went.
I miss the high kicks & horns like Louis Armstrong during a jazz set.
The 90’s were magic. Now everything is plastic,
Bunch of barbies outta the case, ironically that’s how rap fags dress.
Sadness.. so I’m ending this verse on a punch like Cashius when he practice.
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