TEMPLE

[Quarter O]

Wrote this to a DMX "Let Me Fly" sample with 808 drums

Either let me flyyy.... or give me death....
Let my soul rest.... take my breath....
Aint no soul left, anxiety in my chest
can't see it coming down my eyes, the song cries when ink's bled
avoid this type of emotion but this beat's reminiscent and..
speaks to this child that admired DMX.
It's Dark and Hell is Hot, dawg, my shadow was death
it followed me, I reeked it through reefer, the Reaper's stench
he French inhaled n' nosy'd in my business every corner turned
... Made sure this boy was burned, burning bridges important to me
seasons and 2 quarters learned that pride don't mix when pouring Henny
cat with 9 lives.... the shots I took hit me more than 50
said fuck the 5-0 like the killer sent, to silver-back that gorilla with
bullets in his ligaments, trauma-unit the gentlemen from G
once was generous, teddy bearing' his tenderness
...... then my bareskin thickened, nothing could enter it
but this meddling devil turns up my mental with treble
fuck a "shut-up" pill, a hello makes hell tremble
... cuz the bass in my voice, rocks harder than metal
he tryna shatter my dream with me putting metal to temple
but I'd never go down that path, though how fragile my temple
house made of glass, throwing pebbles, diamond that cracked under pressure
window to my soul so I'm tinting my cataracts
when me and miss interact I'm tryna hide my shady past
on Livingston ave and Shady Lane - a cabbage patch
you'll prolly throw shade towards this Neo soul if we made eye contact
by letting you in, me day to day's different then your matrix
I rock with rebels whose database different as their strain is
they lifting paper planin', and enter terminals
their tunnel vision's focused when the dutch's done surgical
trauma in life dramatic that's a megahurt for you
tryna operate in frequencies to not take shit personal
converse in proverbs, higher power I be serving thru
I was a servitude, the devil used the earth as tool
cleanse my sins from parasetics consumed
can't have it both ways. To stay indy and ugh (Indiana)
chase the Joneses, my Temple was Doomed.