Lyrics Fuel - Black Thought, Portugal. The Man, The Last Artful, Dodgr

Fuel

He’s from the city
He’s from, he’s from, from the city
He’s from, from the ci-, ci-, city
He’s from, he’s from the city where it all began
I’m an Ernest Hemingway portrait painted by Ernie Barnes
Clean sneakers and dirty horns, last soldier a thirty gon'
Who lost hope but still journeyed on
Yet I’m the reason we gon have to get the gurney for him
police carry and customize cuffs for me
I hope these take up guns is still bust for me
I had the whole world, it wasn’t enough for me
It got me feelin' like the Lord lost trust for me
I made a means to an end when there were no ends
I burnt bridges, I just wanna be eternal friends
The last ones I ever intended to turn against
Until we grew our separate ways like fraternal twins
So to the chosen few with whom I need to reconcile
My mother’s mother, my only brother, my second child
I’ll always love you, although that was rarely said aloud
So take forever, I guess better late than never proud
I’m gonna breath in the bellows, put the apple on my head
It’s hard to gain perspective with the world in your hands
Gonna drown in the shallows, ashes in the bank
Never lookin' back until there’s nothin' in my way
Yo, identify with the dead or the livin', I don’t know
Maybe my people set up the fall like a domino
America, the beautiful, go ask Geronimo
What’s the worst they could do to you?
I bet my mama know
I bet my father know you’re
Even if justice wasn’t blind, she never look at us
I want that of what I could not touch
I was tryin' to get what I could get before I get locked up
And when that death clock struck
I was depressed enough to go ahead and press my luck
doubt so long, I figured I should just rise up
Like helium from the delirium
Tryin' to change my skin color like a chameleon
But all my best years of life behind, I’m still ahead of me
What would I leave behind if I was over everything?
The foundation for creation of a better me
That’s honestly the true defition of, do it
I’m gonna breath in the bellows, put the apple on my head
It’s hard to gain perspective with the world in your hands
Gonna drown in the shallows, ashes in the bank
Devil on my back and there’s a demon in my way
God damn it
I said now
Told you once, can’t fool me twice
Hate to be the bearer of bad advice
What I see before my eyes
Bare with me
Feel the fire
You’re like the path of least resistance
Resistance
Yo, they say my seeding’s a future threat, that’s all too correct
For that two fifth of a man that barrel to your neck
God damn it, the hot hammer get, all due respect
For the young self, blocked the cars you collect
I have to run the multiple rings like the dream team
Tryna ' and touch, keys like Kaseem Dean, surpreme cream
His hands so dirty, a clean
Screen murder, watchin' 30 for 30, here go the feind, nigga
I’m gonna breath in the bellows, put the apple on my head
It’s hard to gain perspective with the world in your hands
Gonna drown in the shallows with the in the bay
Never lookin' back until there’s nothin' in my way