Issue No 104 Hard To Consider Lyrics


Hard To Consider by Issue No. 104

Hard to consider life, grace, what they consider me
Young niggas pray to remember, not to remember me
Bruised egos, started from home 'legendary, begin to feel like just a memory
My eyes haven't seen a different side
From the fact that I suffer from genocide in a city where homicide
Is 'heroes and tunnel eyes, the folk that we rely on
We love to just rot on the swing, so niggas see us
Been through the highs and lows and now I'm blowing past
Our leaders, believers come across as a torch, lighting my way through the tunnel
Blating to see what they hate, time to escape, my poem is a plate
To the Lord I'm giving my grace but before I throw out that plate
I'll show my niggas an eight, poured my space but I needed '
I'm pausing, all this be lyrical vivid
Reminisce one day with my niggas, they told me to get it
Reminisce some days when I started to kill them through riddles
And coming through with an army of niggas that love to come with you
Bodyguards armed with some '. 'cause you still up here
Talking to hitters, it's never forgiven, I'm on with my mission
Ain't shit you could tear it, thank God He gave me a reason
And never stopped till I get it, can you hear me, my niggas, say, can you hear me
That's when I'm tryna make sure these niggas gonna have to fear me
Until I touch the ground use this tech, gonna have my CD removed from situations
That surely won't benefit me
It's crazy, it's funny, I'm gaining my fortune regardless of money
Out the ghetto with two broads, they only holler was money
Take it out for the moment and use it all for the police
Take my grind to the pentacle then I sign where I want it
Yeah, missing my name, call me at the same time 'be a land mine, is dangerous
Lighten up, ten at you, that tan line, envisioned my limits
Never limited to a standby, it's deep, deeper than that snake hole you crawled at
Snake ass niggas came and tell what I'm speaking about
I'm speaking about that pain, my journey through that mud don't even mirror all the shit that I've done
Even though I can't see it, I'm always hiss and blessings
Even though this battle being lost, I still don't need no weapon
Let me live a lil', my nigga, get out my fucking tests
Ain't no experiment my nigga, so why you tryna test me
You know I realized I'm affected by the message, got me stressing
In this world I'm on my own, nigga, young and restless
I hear the wind saying, 'Go!' but what's my destination
You ain't even living 'your verses tasteless, see what's the use of seeking favors
You ain't carving paper and fuck the fame, I see my dreams with my God I'm chasing
What the fuck that you spitting, nigga, my momma raised me, yeah

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