Wearing My Pain - Qasro, XOV

Wear my heart on my sleeve oh-

Everything is see-through

Even all my people

You know we ain’t equal

Say goodbye to?

Wish it was me in the coffin

Young lost and forgotten

But we ain’t stopin'

Life?

So?

no visa

Black angels in the sky

Sick with the heater

Like I got fever

I am my brother’s keeper

Wearing my pain like it’s Gucci

Wearing my pain like it’s gold

Wearing my pain like it’s Gucci

A fair diamond chain 'round my soul

Turd on my jeans white denims

Roll up like a Rolls-Royce venom

These streets they poise with venom

I srved I paid my penance

I swar to God I regret

?

rifles like secrets

Prayed to lord your soul to keep

Won’t cry but my pistol weep

And I, I don’t know why you had to die

Everything’s dark since you don’t walk into the night

I keep you alive?

my mind

?

my time to go