Chozen / The Prevalance of Issues

Lyrics for Chozen / The Prevalance of Issues

Cha First come, first serve Chose like a rose that rose up from the curb She by the liquor store with the minerals in her purse Entangle you for lookin', you took it, you just a nerd We part of God's people, we done made it out the words Have you ever seen the springtime from my hearse? My granny had stripes, she carried us out the curse The details, when you reflect, this shit kinda hurt I'm mobbin' on Main, the range, I'm 'bout to burst All the cocaine, it's strange habits we've learned I'm numb to the spine, I'm fine, no need to worry Chose my path so crooked, that shit's curvy Testify dottin' my I's, but you ain't heard me We were 19, goddamn, that shit blurry New dawn come sooner than later, I choose I'm raised for a better view of the loss I grew Buy a bag, flip it, resell it, I wish I knew I'm by the liquor store with 150, hit me with two But then I had a real friend That came at me, like, real, like, "Listen, bitch" "I'ma just keep it a hundred with you, you got mad chips on your shoulder" Y'know, I'm sayin'? Like, "You really need to check yourself" And I had to accept that, y'know, I'm sayin'? Only a real friend, somebody that care 'bout you, is gonna tell you the real Cha Give the body some time to detox from the illness, stillness Meets you gracefully, can we build from the emptiness? Had to repurpose him to a point where I could finish him Here, that's a nigga there in the mirror I appreciate Value the circumstances, we hold 'em, they depreciate What's on the jacket, a lot of treachery we imitate Link with the infinite like a scribble of the figure eight One Cha, cha Red banks, Bourbon, diversion, Black churches Ceremonial devout shit turban The politics stash urban, type blacker than blue Crush groove on a new moon landscape Push through, do you, truer to however Nil by mouth, reasonable doubts Perfidious south side, you ever made a toast at the riverside? He was teary-eyed when he died, mangled by sunset The petrified glance of a gang sign Yet we pocket watch Channel 5 Ditch disposable thumb, coco conundrum complex My sin got complex syndrome, packages in tow Leave it all behind but love it, the lush got enough of it Eureka's alibi, tungsten flat-foot beat stompin' Rambunctious outfits on bail More niggas ready to kill, 'cause the city offers up nothin' More death, dysfunction, cocksuckin' Cotton-pickin' ass crackers in they loft bluffin' New Memphis, rename every street to the name Of the niggas you killed and lobbied to discredit Re-edit, anesthetic Jit jukin' on a dog needs tight-rope, chokin' that bitch with more heat I'm F-R-E-E, freer than most G's who bleed on both knees Some find grace through skills we don't need Everythin' workin', mister, don't play with tools with no purpose Cha