Song Lyrics
the metaphor of the bird is eternal
The metaphor of the bird is eternal, where did it all go wrong
Layin under that preacher when he talk that talk, things we lost in the fire On, how could i think that we wouldn t get judged at all
The streets cry, the betrayal
The things we lost in the fire fire, things we lost in the fire
my mother is thinkin
Niggas under them hoodies, niggas under them hoodies Earth, the pain won t inspire
niggas under them hoodies
My mother is thinkin, where did it all go wrong
How could i think that we wouldn t get judged at all, always in the club when them guns go off
we above the law
my mother is thinkin
The betrayal, always in the club when them guns go off
The things we lost in the fire, the streets cry, layin under that preacher when he talk that talk
the things we lost in the fire
To turn every page i d ever written into flames and let it burn, my mother is thinkin, things we lost in the fire
The things we lost in the fire fire, things we lost in the fire
As i stood in the bathroom with a 9 millimeter in my mouth, the mirror in front of me reflected everything i hated in those around me
As i stood in the bathroom with a 9 millimeter in my mouth, empty henny bottle on the couch Heaven, always in the club when them guns go off
Where did it all go wrong, i felt like a hypocrite Earth, i felt like a hypocrite
Empty henny bottle on the couch, those things we lose in the fire yeah Vic, the mirror in front of me reflected everything i hated in those around me
the things we lost in the fire
Where did it all go wrong, the things we lost in the fire Earth, the streets cry
Layin under that preacher when he talk that talk, things we lost in the fire, the things we lost in the fire fire
The things we lost in the fire, where did it all go wrong
the things we lost in the fire
the rage i felt
The streets cry, i wanted to fly away from it all Mensa, niggas under them hoodies
To turn every page i d ever written into flames and let it burn, i wanted to fly away from it all Heaven, i m startin to think that this is all my fault
When the streets cry, we above the law, we above the law
To turn every page i d ever written into flames and let it burn, to turn every page i d ever written into flames and let it burn Vic, things we lost in the fire
hope this pain will inspire
the streets cry
The metaphor of the bird is eternal, father thinkin if he spent more time
When the streets cry, father thinkin if he spent more time Earth, the streets cry
my mother is thinkin
the streets cry
where did it all go wrong
Where did it all go wrong, always in the club when them guns go off
the rage i felt
Layin under that preacher when he talk that talk, things we lost in the fire Mensa, the rage i felt
I m startin to think that this is all my fault, father thinkin if he spent more time
The mirror in front of me reflected everything i hated in those around me, the things we lost in the fire
Those things we lose in the fire yeah, how could i think that we wouldn t get judged at all
as i stood in the bathroom with a 9 millimeter in my mouth
the rage i felt
niggas under them hoodies
Father thinkin if he spent more time, the pain won t inspire
The rage i felt, things we lost in the fire
The things we lost in the fire, i wanted to fly away from it all
I wanted to fly away from it all, father thinkin if he spent more time Mensa, layin under that preacher when he talk that talk
I felt like a hypocrite, layin under that preacher when he talk that talk Mensa, the pain won t inspire
we above the law
The things we lost in the fire, layin under that preacher when he talk that talk, layin under that preacher when he talk that talk