Til the World Blows Up - Vakill, Panik

If scars was tattoos with better stories

So much trauma scribed on my melon mob you liable to find tribal design tumors

That contain best selling novels, so much pain cursed my adolescence

That I can count my outer blessings on one hand

I was shook to the bone when informed of the three slugs you took to the dome

Just slammed and broke the hook to the phone

Teared up and let a couple trickle

Before retaliation could start cops knocked him and slammed him with a double

nickel

Twelve years later stil not complacent tools

I cock I’m pacing impatiently awaiting to snap off for obvious reasons

Grew up with G’s who’s hobby is squeezing, hell probably is freezing

Peep said it’d be a cold day before we part

Yeah you prone to violence, just not to start provoking acts

You was smarter folks than that, especially to lose your life

Over a Starter coat and hat, I’m stil heated so what

Your pain is my pain, until the world blows up

(Til the world blow up) I remain the same no matter life’s obstacles

(Til the world blow up) I will shine for us all if it’s quite possible

Til God calls me home and the caskets closed

And no longer can serenade my dogs with these classic flows

We were both raised studying rhymes and scriptures and the street rules to the

game

And the game deeply embeds and tarnished jewels on your brain

The ghetto reflects us, from doo-rags to school metal detectors

To earning what you rightfully deserve is irrelevant

Cause now we only settle for extras, if not then jumped up charging

Got affiliates that shot at slumped up sergeants

Just to avoid trumped up charges, kept my head stern

Focused on these bars when you was knocked in arrest burned from ???

Funerals became annual, we all studied from the same rule book

And stil lost numerous to the game’s manual

Supreme has the power, any dirt when added up

And multiplied by 7 equals the Grapes of Wrath is sour

For all I know you might hate me, cause I ain’t been able to write

Or send you a kite lately Just getting my mind right

So I can walk through this life straightly

And live see my little girl grow up

But you stil my dog until the world blow up

Until I see if the price of the happiness your deserve is cheap

As long as you embed these words deep

And can cinematically see the world from a worm’s eye view at a bird’s peak

Life occurs blurred, bleak sometimes but regardless of how sour the Kool-Aid is

though

It could stil be stirred sweet, there ain’t no guarantees

Except that them taxes in a world that attacks tactless

But I’mma get full access to its axis

And take the weight of the world off your shoulders and put it on my back like

atlas

The incompatibleness of me and your moms

Is something that we deny greatly, we ain’t eye to eye lately

The concept of not being there to guide you through life safely

Is the reason me, myself, and I hate me irately

We love each other but after mating the result is the pitas of a queen stinger

And stil our dear relationship goes swing slinger

Before death had a chance to do us part

Fate had flipped us off with the ring finger

And that’s the reason deaths celebrated and birth’s mourned

But I’mma always love you first born

From diapers until you casket bound with black skirt on

Til the world in your beautiful eyes stops spinning and blows up and the earths

gone