Red Roses

I guess you’ve learned a whole heap of nothing,

Suppose you living with your demons fuck it,

thunder rolling with the punches that ain’t touch em

Living life without a substance,

I’m rushing such a feeling with the urgency of justice,

All these fluctuating customs,

its all or nothing shit get shaky as your moral compass,

life is but a series of adjustments,

was ill-equipped smoking spliffs too redundant,

been there done that,

Mapuche Indian and Huguenot blood in his veins but his son’s black,

running from it just to come back and make amends the story bending at my will,

I fill a void that only some lack,

the beat looping with my vocal fuck a drum track,

my brudda from a city where they poke you like a thumb tack, **** Westside,

and watch how you speak about the land cuz I’m from that, fuck em,

if its problems primo sliding on some Rodney Mullen,

flip the script ain’t sorry for who I’m becoming,

me and mine winning, cheek to cheek grinning,

steel royal oak with the moonphase in it,

that’s some fly shit innit,

this a live **** clinic,

you standing on business while I float above limits,

you **** sour as a lemon, squeeze down, I found my feet,

its power in the venom, can’t kill me,

filthy in denial where you men is,

a menace to society it’s ire in his image,

my aim to inspire putting out that fire in you,

aim and hold the iron let it fly and see what sin do,

ima keep it simple anchovies out the tin,

Two hundred thousand fleeting thoughts I’m choosing not to tend to,

I’m standing ten toes, you gotta weigh the cons when you sense pros,

the bloody thorn on a red rose