Graphic Memoir - SaraoMusic

Leave your trail open Let me inside Guess I'm confused more or less Shed some light And tell me your secret How are you trained? I promise you I can keep it Go on, explain Tell me how you do it, now Your poison is glowing Against the night How can you lose? Just show them tricks we like I'm aware of the demons That you've tucked away I like to watch you release them Go on and say Tell me how you do it Every time you takes my knees out Every time you do it I'm surprised, surprised, surprised Show your strings, your wires Check the lights Provide me clues, just go ahead Break your silence And tell me your secret Can I watch you train? You know I like to believe it Go on, explain Tell me how you do it Every time you takes my knees out Every time you do it I'm on fire, fire I'm on fire, fire Tell me how you do it Every time you takes my knees out Every time you do it I'm surprised How the fuck you do it? Every time you take my knees out Yeah, every time you do it I'm on fire, fire I'm on fire, fire I'm on fire

Smoke some dope forget the drama Get your bank and make your coma away, away Smoke some dope forget the drama Get your bank and make your coma away, away (Smoke some dope) When I get older I want the money and power so I can (make it go away, make it go away) (Smoke some dope) When I get older I want to move out the country so I can (make it go away, make it go away) I wish I wasn't dark so I could look like 'yonce I wish I had a big ego like Kanye Then maybe I could spit three stacks like André And we ain't gotta walk three blocks to do laundry Or I could be Erykah, sing about the moon and astral 'ject out of Amerykah Huff and puff my way off the bus Light a blunt till we fairer yeah that's,fair enough It's fair for me, I could get a degree I could be anything I can do anything I could be anything I can do anything Smoke some dope forget the drama Get your bank and make your coma away, away Smoke some dope forget the drama Get your bank and make your coma away, away Please don't fuck with me This head on my shoulder's been weighed down with a hundred beads I'm combin' out my trauma like my mama do bdbs A hot comb'll hit you with thrid degree Burns around your neck for making moves that you shouldn't be Laced up nigga I got be, aught to be Everything my father was not to me Fuck the private school lunch ladies, the crackers who wouldn't play with me, bitches who tried to jump me for believing I was something Just don't fuck with me Don't fuck with me 'Cause you can be anything, anything Smoke some dope forget the drama Get your bank and make your coma away, away Smoke some dope forget the drama Get your bank and make your coma away, away Fuck is up? this is not a bluff, its a stick-a-up. pick it up, nigga break it up, nigga pick your bluff, pick it up, push your fuckin' luck, it's a stick-a-up, dig it up, nigga dig it up, nigga it's a stick-a-up

Been home about six months now But I still have my doubts Well I'm not sure how I got here Or how I'm gonna get out My mama says I look the same As I did before I left But if she could see inside of me It would scare her to death I can still taste the powder From the barrel of my gun I can hear my sergeant screaming "Run, soldier, run" I can feel the backpack on my shoulders God it weighed a ton And I see death in every single thought They taught me how to put that uniform on I just can't get it off Last Saturday they honored us In a small parade downtown And when they shot off those fireworks I nearly hit the ground And while they smiled and cheered for us All I could do was stare Cause part of me is here at home And part of me is back there I can still taste the powder From the barrel of my gun I can hear my sergeant screaming "Run, soldier, run" I can feel the backpack on my shoulders God it weighed a ton And I see death in every single thought They taught me how to put that uniform on I just can't get it off Yeah there's no end in sight 'Cause even though I'm home now I'm still fighting for my life I can still taste the powder From the barrel of my gun I can hear my sergeant screaming "Run, soldier, run" I can feel the backpack on my shoulders God it weighed a ton And I see death in every single thought They taught me how to put that uniform on I just can't get it off Well the devil's won some battles And he may win some more But don't he know the American soldier Will always win the war