armour

Lyrics for armour

Yo, yo Young boy, deep mind, slow thinker, each time These lines reach my inner purpose, need mines These niggas weak, I peep through they frail skin Busy getting hell bent, standing in the pale wind Holding up myself since, stumble off the L, piss Crumble when that fog hit, early in the morning Foot first, eye last, books burn, time pass Cook work, dodge class, took purse, got back Know that I see, I been watching Getting the cold off my conscience MIKE get the dope off at Tompkins Tim, that's my brother, I got him I had some run-ins with karma I took some blows to the armour Nigga who farming your food I'm winning, I'm charging for loot Look for heart in the truth I promise it start in the booth Money, the fame, or yourself But trust me it's harder to choose Trust me