After Words - K.A.A.N., Big Ghost Ltd

I wonder what’ll happen when the well runs dry can ya tell me that’s dry

I wonder where we go when we cease to exist can you tell me that

Never let an angel on my shoulder

Feelin' like it’s all over like ooh aah

Questions I been lookin' for the answers

I don’t know which way to go it’s like ooh aah

Just pace yourself and be patient don’t try that hard to fit in

See you a king in your own right, a God amongst men

It’s us against them, the timid and the weak they don’t win

I break this shit down and explain it I just hope you ain’t deaf

The hopeless can rest, let’s change the way you view this success

No fame in excess but we press on learning from every lesson

Too consistent to give up, life can end in an instant

But I fight the good fight goin' 12 rounds Sonny Liston

For the negative resistance we kill 'em with kindness, yes

Devils still away from me just please get behind us, yes

You should keep your head up stay focused with blinders

Odd that it seems if you preserve then your purpose is pure and clear

But it works if you’re worthy of it just search and you’ll surely find it

I know you can feel the pressure you 'bout to combust

Trust that there’s more to this than meets the eye

Selassie is the chapel vie the death of pride the soul revived the truth it

lies deep inside (deep inside)

I wonder what’ll happen when the well runs dry can ya tell me that’s dry

I wonder where we go when we cease to exist can you tell me that

Never let an angel on my shoulder

Feelin' like it’s all over like ooh aah

Questions I been lookin' for the answers

I don’t know which way to go it’s like ooh aah

(Ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo)

You need to give up, just quit this shit bruh

You fuckin' sickenin'

Nothin’s happened yet and never will be real

You delusional holdin' onto this

Don’t nobody play your shit

In fact they fuckin' hate your shit

Your sound is foul and flagrant

Fade that shit to black and back the fuck up

You trash nigga washed your shit is ass nigga

Fuck you even make it for go back to the drawing board

You drawin' boy I ain’t tryna hear that shit at all nigga

You ain’t even nice you dead wrong nigga

All that fuckin' shit that sound off nigga

Every fuckin' song you sound lost nigga

Fuck is that, fuck outta here, trash nigga