Testo No more Prozak

No more

I tried to hold my own, safe face, maintain
The only light in my tunnel is this freight train
Moving at the speed of karma, it’s insane
One minute you’re on top, next you’re in flames
Burn like embers on this amplitude
What happened to the yes men that surrounded you?
What happened to loyalty, respect and gratitude?
Vultures, when they thought you had something they surrounded you
Horde of vampires, drain you of your own well beings
Stepping on necks on the quest to become king
Cutthroats, turncoats, manifest like dope fiends
Insult to injury, choke with their own hall strings
Enemies of the worst kind, souls black like shoeshine
Nature of the hater – perpetrator, they consume time
666 metaphorically their true sign
Trust me, you will see them and receive them all in due time
Enemies

[Hook x2]
I can’t take this – no more
This is my life – not yours
So what the fuck are you hatin for?
I must be something you can’t ignore

I keep on pursuing the suited and as if the real person in Prozak are come crewing and there’s 2 of them
Connected at the souls, symbolic the black hole
The secretly seeking dominance, I’m under its control
Nowhere to turn next, thoughts are out of context
Life is out of focus and I’m hopin to survive this
Depression, lost my way, no direction
Well under midst of career resurrection
Shed a tear for my form of reflection
You have a victim in the battlefield of deception
Well on the quest to keep it real, he but step in
Through the landmines of his own mind’s invention
Wolves in sheep’s clothing, deceitful screte smoking
Evil is omnipotent, it’s all-seeing, all-knowing
Keep your eyes open for bad signs and omens
Or get fed to the lions like ancient times of romans
For real though

[Hook x2]
I can’t take this – no more
This is my life – not yours
So what the fuck are you hatin for?
I must be something you can’t ignore

Like a jack of all trades and the king but no such
Ex renegade to the game, I’m looking ‘round like what’s next
Been through it all, man through stolen ideas
To shady record labels tryina put bullets through my career
And even some of my peers, who weren’t as they appeared
Back stabbing faggot rappers who hold themselves dear
But it stops here, I’m on top, I’m back again
It’s a new year for the focus and dedication
I’m your worst fear to seek me shining and grinding
Through the core of the storm and it’s on, I keep lightning
I’mma keep writing, keep performing and keep fighting
Keep spiting, you industry whores, my crowd hyping

[Hook x4]
I can’t take this – no more
This is my life – not yours
So what the fuck are you hatin for?
I must be something you can’t ignore