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Look To

Nick D. Wolfwood III

Look To

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Delapidated shack houses Bucket bathroom systems And a deep spirit of money chasin Those are my origins When Hunger is all in ur mind, the conversation is how we eatin' Robbin the Hood is the only solution No time for the straight an nARROW We aimin archer(at ya) for our feedin Oliver Queen types, Russel thru ur possesions In obsidian Crow(e) nights Poverty raised us, no parents to properly pamper us Police pepper spray our petulant natures Bt never spared a thot for our reasons Easily hated, just as easily triggered Some light up to forget it Hand outstreched high enuf to touch heaven Begging on bended knee to be forgiven For past life sinnin, coz in this life were forsaken Coz in this life, were forsaken Hook Who do you look to when God feels absent And the devil is forever present Whisperin evil in the ears of the desparate Observin eyes only see the lost lives Never the person behind the crimes Not a moment to understand all of it Who do you look to When both parents are too poor to pay attention And the neighbours are never carin Who do you look to when God's absent Who but the fallen angel holds ya When your hearts racin and tears are soon to be streamin Who do you look to with clouded vision Verse 2 I don't know if it's the mountain That makes this terrain so cold to us Grumbling bellies make us temoltuous All your money is temptin to us Though we tire of prison holdin, ur fine attire Makes you appealin So we put rubber to gravel, then aim at your navel You provide the feedin so we tyed together like umbilical Though we believe in the spiritual, we know God helps those that help themselves So we help ourselves to what's yours, That's the ritual Bleedin niggas livin on beach fronts like sacrifial goat's blood That's how it go now, that's how it go now My depiction of reality might be a contraction to what you believe in But unless you live it, my compisition will forever remain foreign While u struggle to believe we'll continue to forage Just pray you never meet the ghastly horde I ride with Just pray you never meet the ghastly horde I ride with Who's every step is horror inducing with ghostly mannerisms Cause they too are victims of the life we livin

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