Testi:
De Vision Bleed Me White

your feet i can't get enough i can never stop the lust i keep still now you can bleed me white if you stay you see my second sight i keep still you can bleed me white

it You wake up cold wet and wounded playing my music The strong believe in me the weak try to weaken me They are not allowed to speak to me that easily

hard to count (yeah) I blow an ounce and watch the plot thicken We on the block pitchin While the cops watch with optic vision Listen, my hood is chaos

on me, they don't want Jayceon to play And the DA waiting on Jayceon to make a mistake So they can put me in the SWAT car and lock me away Give me a

I'm a certified street cat cash flow holder A double OG with hood stripes on my shoulders Every now and then a hater make me be a head bussa South Park

re alone again. Your hopes and dreams are like a beach where water has dried to sand. Your colors have all gone away colors of discipline white to gray your vision

glamour than others Motherfuckers left me lonely in this designated corner Had a couple walls that build upon, they made me a performer Now shade me from the warmer weather Save me

already living my dream but I remember when it was a vision to me to see myself on top and spending some cheese comin from tha bottom wasn't appealing to me

threats on her life and being caged with Aryan whites Through dark halls of hate she carried the light I wonder what would happen if that woulda been me