Verse 1
And I still remember everything he taught me
(Who?)
My Pops, but now he's dead and now its too late to warn me
So until the day when Allah calls me
I don't need no love, don't need no hugs, don't need nobody to support me
Ready for anything that comes before me
This is a Warning, I shed my last tears mourning for 4 week
Restless nights, stress was on my mind, couldn't afford sleep
Like a soldier born in a war, but that's another story
I thought that I'd moved on, didn't kill me, I grew strong
But looking back and thinking on it, maybe I grew wrong?
Always taught me to do right, never taught me to do wrong
So how the Hell I end up with this fcked up sht that I'm on?
No excuses for my movements, I do me till I'm proved wrong
Spilling my heart over looped songs
This is my reality, this is what's left when the tunes gone
Maybe its too late, maybe I'm too gone
Chorus
My Pops dead now it's too late to warn me
My Pops dead now it's too late to warn me
It's too late, it's too late, too late to warn me
Too late to warn me, too late to warn me
And I still remember everything he taught me
(Who?)
My Pops, but now he's dead and now its too late to warn me
So until the day when Allah calls me
I don't need no love, don't need no hugs, don't need nobody to support me
Verse 2
I remember thinking I wish it was different
But it is what it is and I'm not the type for sitting and bitching
I've studied different religions and spoke to killers with wisdom
One thing that I've learnt is that life is a contradiction
Certain times I feel destructive, like on the real Fck this
Carry cutlass for those stepping in my circumference
Thinking how can I overcome this?
Blood lust gives me a head rush and I end up doing some dumb sht
And that's not how I was raised, I'm ashamed of that kind of rage
Now I'm trying to find a way and I pray that my life will change
I swear on my Father's grave that I WILL find a way
Living in the darkness, it's hard to distinguish the night from day
My Pops is dead now, nothings going to change that
I stay sharp, keep my guns loaded and stay strapped
Spreading negative energy's never the best of me
But I'm feeling mentally scarred and in desperate need of a remedy
Chorus:
Verse 3
I ain't stupid, I know the outcome of the story:
I'll probably die alone, on the side of the road in a way that's gory
Pushed my loved ones away so that no one is left to mourn me
Still remember I reached out, all they did was ignore me
Fck it that's how my destiny was meant to be
Born alone, die alone, from the first breath to the death of me
The first step to my remedy?
I wrestled the conscience that never lets me sleep
I won't rest in peace till I Rest In Peace
It's kind of ironic, I spent my life acquiring knowledge
But it's likely I won't feel right without a knife in my pocket
It's wrong and I need to stop it, inspired by the life of the Prophet
I find solace when I study His Knowledge
And it maybe just be my saving grace
I stayed awake for 80 days, studying Sufi scriptures thinking on ancient ways
Realized my brain is a maze
So I made a blade of faith and chopped them walls down like paper mache
Chorus
And I still remember everything he taught me
(Who?)
My Pops, but now he's dead and now its too late to warn me
So until the day when Allah calls me
I don't need no love, don't need no hugs, don't need nobody to support me
Ready for anything that comes before me
This is a Warning, I shed my last tears mourning for 4 week
Restless nights, stress was on my mind, couldn't afford sleep
Like a soldier born in a war, but that's another story
I thought that I'd moved on, didn't kill me, I grew strong
But looking back and thinking on it, maybe I grew wrong?
Always taught me to do right, never taught me to do wrong
So how the Hell I end up with this fcked up sht that I'm on?
No excuses for my movements, I do me till I'm proved wrong
Spilling my heart over looped songs
This is my reality, this is what's left when the tunes gone
Maybe its too late, maybe I'm too gone
Chorus
My Pops dead now it's too late to warn me
My Pops dead now it's too late to warn me
It's too late, it's too late, too late to warn me
Too late to warn me, too late to warn me
And I still remember everything he taught me
(Who?)
My Pops, but now he's dead and now its too late to warn me
So until the day when Allah calls me
I don't need no love, don't need no hugs, don't need nobody to support me
Verse 2
I remember thinking I wish it was different
But it is what it is and I'm not the type for sitting and bitching
I've studied different religions and spoke to killers with wisdom
One thing that I've learnt is that life is a contradiction
Certain times I feel destructive, like on the real Fck this
Carry cutlass for those stepping in my circumference
Thinking how can I overcome this?
Blood lust gives me a head rush and I end up doing some dumb sht
And that's not how I was raised, I'm ashamed of that kind of rage
Now I'm trying to find a way and I pray that my life will change
I swear on my Father's grave that I WILL find a way
Living in the darkness, it's hard to distinguish the night from day
My Pops is dead now, nothings going to change that
I stay sharp, keep my guns loaded and stay strapped
Spreading negative energy's never the best of me
But I'm feeling mentally scarred and in desperate need of a remedy
Chorus:
Verse 3
I ain't stupid, I know the outcome of the story:
I'll probably die alone, on the side of the road in a way that's gory
Pushed my loved ones away so that no one is left to mourn me
Still remember I reached out, all they did was ignore me
Fck it that's how my destiny was meant to be
Born alone, die alone, from the first breath to the death of me
The first step to my remedy?
I wrestled the conscience that never lets me sleep
I won't rest in peace till I Rest In Peace
It's kind of ironic, I spent my life acquiring knowledge
But it's likely I won't feel right without a knife in my pocket
It's wrong and I need to stop it, inspired by the life of the Prophet
I find solace when I study His Knowledge
And it maybe just be my saving grace
I stayed awake for 80 days, studying Sufi scriptures thinking on ancient ways
Realized my brain is a maze
So I made a blade of faith and chopped them walls down like paper mache
Chorus
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