Oswin Benjamin
Nipsey Hussle
Im feeling that fear of me knowing I’ll make it
Victory laps
Turn to eulogy when your hustle breeds hatred
Crazy
Escape from Satan’s palms to build a glimpse of heaven for the people that deem you jaded
How the fuck that work
I mean
I feel like they gone off me
I feel if I speak on healing they’ll Sebi this dr. King
I feel if I ever did tried to Nippsey the Hood
And show em God
They either gone crucify me or cross me
The same hood that praised and raised you
Gave you your name
Paid you
Gave you
Handshakes and colors to claim
Claim it’s all love
When you reside in the trenches with em
Then wake you
For living dreams they never could wake to
That’s what hate do
Faithful
To the sketchy
Applaud the lead pushers
That’ll draw on you Just to erase you
But we battle not with flesh and blood
Principalities on the pay Roll
Pension holders employed by beelzebub to Dim the light
Off your on switch when you start living righteous
It took a lot to write this
And if they ever gun me down
I pray to God y’all don’t keep it silent
Don’t at me on the gram after I’m gone I can’t read those comments
I cry when the sound of n***a prospering is...