Improv

[Ebony Bree Caple]

Dealin em the realest
Feelin' like I'm 3 wheelin
Trust
It's on my bredren
No luv for the dead men
I'm stealing em
They got lust
I gotta lover brother
His vanity is blue
His blood is red and cold
His heart beats hard and fastest for that sanity of old
I gotta lover brother
I gotta God
I gotta wait
We gonna have another fate when we meet at them pearly gates
My hate is heaven sent my men
My blood run thick with rage
So I quell the spell lest we yell and end up in a cage
I'm fallen
Stallin
Calling out in pain
But I'm not the only one my bruva
I'm not the only one with shame
So we gonna serve em every rich they crave
Every hoe they heart desires
Till they meet their end
I won't pretend
I wish for them hellish pyres
I gotta lover brother
I got a man in every jail
Sometimes I do em favour
Never savour when they fail
I gotta lover brothers
They be trapped just like me
But we winning
Still we sinning
But our God gon set us free