[z6]jimmy. - MISSILE SILO
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Everyone's a fuckin victim
Pay attention to the system
Life is just a crucifixion
Separate the fact and fiction
Looked into a killers eyes
Told me why I'm binded down
Told em I ain't have no way
He started crying right away
He said that a youngin like me shouldn't be subjected to vices
Tattoos, bald head, sad face, pain in his muscle
Was a portrait of the hustle
How I could I deny his presence
Shit our meeting was a lesson
I understood it was a blessing
Cause my future is his past
Due to codes of the constitution
When I got out of that holding I dumped out all of my pills
Even still a victim to this nation told me vote elections
Sad part is that I can that I looked at my own reflection
Can somebody send a silo ( oh )
Wonder what its like in da mile high club ( oh )
Took alot to get this mighty high low ( oh )
If this is how it is to feel alive Ooo ( oh )
Everyone's a fuckin victim
Pay attention to the system
Life is just a crucifixion
Separate the fact and fiction
Looked into my father's eyes
Told em why I'm binded down
Told em I ain't have no way
He started crying right away
Everyday is every day and every day is still the same
He said son the only way you'll is if you make
I ain't have no confidence and still them words weighed
Even still I look up to my dad and see my own reflection
Can somebody send a silo ( oh )
Wonder what its like in da mile high club ( oh )
Took alot to get this mighty high low ( oh )
If this is how it is to feel alive Ooo ( oh )
Everyone's a fuckin victim
Pay attention to the system
Life is just a crucifixion
Separate the fact and fiction
Looked into my son's eyes
Told em why I'm binded down
Told em I ain't have no way
Hoping he don't cry today
But youngin if I'm not present just press play on this song
Just remember you a god and press on through the storm
Whether it's heaven or a cell know I'm watching
And to be honest, this world might be a waste by the time you my age
And if I'm still alive just confide that I wrote this for you
And if I'm withered or destroyed give my karma to my reflection that be you
Can somebody send a silo ( oh )
Wonder what its like in da mile high club ( oh )
Took alot to get this mighty high low ( oh )
If this is how it is to feel alive Ooo ( oh )
Can somebody send a silo ( oh )
Wonder what its like in da mile high club ( oh )
Took alot to get this mighty high low ( oh )
If this is how it is to feel alive Ooo ( oh )
Pay attention to the system
Life is just a crucifixion
Separate the fact and fiction
Looked into a killers eyes
Told me why I'm binded down
Told em I ain't have no way
He started crying right away
He said that a youngin like me shouldn't be subjected to vices
Tattoos, bald head, sad face, pain in his muscle
Was a portrait of the hustle
How I could I deny his presence
Shit our meeting was a lesson
I understood it was a blessing
Cause my future is his past
Due to codes of the constitution
When I got out of that holding I dumped out all of my pills
Even still a victim to this nation told me vote elections
Sad part is that I can that I looked at my own reflection
Can somebody send a silo ( oh )
Wonder what its like in da mile high club ( oh )
Took alot to get this mighty high low ( oh )
If this is how it is to feel alive Ooo ( oh )
Everyone's a fuckin victim
Pay attention to the system
Life is just a crucifixion
Separate the fact and fiction
Looked into my father's eyes
Told em why I'm binded down
Told em I ain't have no way
He started crying right away
Everyday is every day and every day is still the same
He said son the only way you'll is if you make
I ain't have no confidence and still them words weighed
Even still I look up to my dad and see my own reflection
Can somebody send a silo ( oh )
Wonder what its like in da mile high club ( oh )
Took alot to get this mighty high low ( oh )
If this is how it is to feel alive Ooo ( oh )
Everyone's a fuckin victim
Pay attention to the system
Life is just a crucifixion
Separate the fact and fiction
Looked into my son's eyes
Told em why I'm binded down
Told em I ain't have no way
Hoping he don't cry today
But youngin if I'm not present just press play on this song
Just remember you a god and press on through the storm
Whether it's heaven or a cell know I'm watching
And to be honest, this world might be a waste by the time you my age
And if I'm still alive just confide that I wrote this for you
And if I'm withered or destroyed give my karma to my reflection that be you
Can somebody send a silo ( oh )
Wonder what its like in da mile high club ( oh )
Took alot to get this mighty high low ( oh )
If this is how it is to feel alive Ooo ( oh )
Can somebody send a silo ( oh )
Wonder what its like in da mile high club ( oh )
Took alot to get this mighty high low ( oh )
If this is how it is to feel alive Ooo ( oh )
