Silas - 95 Till lyrics

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Silas - 95 Till lyrics

I was cursed to write this verse imperfect In cursive, to show them the depth below the surface This is hell Well, some live on this earth as jail So these bars a well Well, here's something to quench your thirst Sketch a hearse before I draw Stretch a word like eight balls But I stay in the pocket and they scramble like egg yolk I soak in knowledge, take out the garbage You just sit and let it stink Smell the odor from the older generation who didn't think About the youth, this is truth so the fear it Im steering with my will, can you feel it? With lyrics and drive, we moving forward, in time I'm spittin different from the rest, quick shiftin for the chicken, chickens giving out that neck! We just giving that feeling: Cape Tipping tryn live with no stress