Letras Story - Shahmen

Story

Sunrise the grind starts to make bank
Sun sets to drive home on an empty tank
The in between just gets lost in puffing dank
Jean-Michel Basquiat but I don’t touch the paint
22 years here in the shell now
(Time is right, yeah I’m breaking out the cell now)
And I’ll admit that I crack the whip
But I ain’t even made half the shit
I just sit back, get high, laugh and trip
The baddest bitch, keeps staring me right in my eyes
And I’m telling her I don’t have the time
She thinks that I’m lying, cause she never met one of my kind
Never been so real on my life, all I do is the mic
Singing like the siren on an island
The brook calling me to write it, the face callin' me inside it
My whole story is a song now
All the worry that would bog me down
Turned to courage like a godly crown
Now I journey for the godly sound
It’s beyond all the law you found (nigga)
The hole in my soul, void in my mind
Drums gon' feel all my cries
The hole in my soul, void in my mind
Drums gon' feel all my cries
There’s no holes left for me to hide in
A lion in sight with a hunger for Zion
I wonder at times what’s behind all the science
Hear the words chase for a taste of silence
(Shh)
Pace through the wasteland, blaze 28 grams
Wait for the fate to awaken up a caged man
I was born by the beach in Southern California
Grew up in LA under the same sun Icarus was born from
An angel built the city up on one lung, burned wings, no teeth
Half a heart, one beat, but two feet
Sea-walking like Jesus over Galilee
Seen, the blood loves the bone
You will cry when they leave the soul
Today we are the trees to grow
Tomorrow we are weeds to pull
Write the story, I can see it all
With my name painted on the wall
An urban crow follows on my call
And on a wire, but I just don’t fall