Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Exhausted, artist - Jabee
Date of issue: 11.08.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Exhausted |
No y |
Mesmerized |
By the terror I excersize |
And pressure i apply |
Paralyze lines writen |
Fightin rhymes I agonize wit |
Trynna analyze it |
So Antagonizing |
Ima baptized prince |
Trynna baptize crips |
I was raised in a hood where they chastise men |
So my mastermind went to mastodon existent |
My Babylon gifts so catastrophic |
Look you measure God by gifts u receiving |
I measure God by the fact I’m still breathing |
Potent when I vocalize |
Mobilize my mind that’s a train of thought |
Caught between the pain saw |
Take it all wit a grain of salt |
Sometimes I can’t figure out what to do |
My life is a glass house and they watchin my every move |
I jus want to be what I would love |
Never look in the mirror and dispise what I’ve become |
Because whatever was |
Somewhere lost in the fads |
Or on death row lost in the gas |
Trynna duplicate the past |
Fred Hampton wit a sag |
Langston Hughes wit a pad |
Sad they wanna see me |
In a coffin body exhausted resting in peace |
Just trynna figure out my situation |
Get inspiration be patient and then situated |
Every word is a illustration |
Expressive narration how I over came it |
Took the gang banging tried to elevate it |
I got homies who don’t never see their mothers faces |
Or the light of day but can’t help but crave it |
Prayin |
Cuz I kinda feel the same |
Feelin like a begger out here asking for some change |
Strange trynna keep my mind focus |
My mom broken gotta keep her 9 loaded |
Bumpin ice cube trynna decode it |
Chuck D said i could change the world |
Trynna change myself and let the world react |
If they don’t like it they can change it back |
Seem sima 40 acres a Beamer |
Just a dreamer wit a dream |
That don’t feed the need |
Or kids I breed |
Prolly never see a million bucks |
You only live once I’m trynna live it up |
Ain’t nothin u can tell me |
Sittin sideways bumpin Makaveli |
They might know my name they don’t really know me |
Might got my numbers we ain’t really homie |
Homies that wanna see me |
In a coffin body exhausted |
Resting in peace |