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Organized Konfusion - Invetro lyrics
Verse One Two weeks before my old man busted up in her My moms never walked slow Now she smoke crack, sit back, and listen to talk shows I hope she don't eat pork fried rice tonight See, the cholesterol already got my arteries tight I might select even before she injects her lethal chemicals to wrap the umbilical cords around my neck Shit, I'm pissin' in the abdomen Two and a half weeks old, already thoughts of stabbin' men Unravelin' plots and plans for thievin' and shit Immune to the gospel, not believin' in shit Where the fuck do I go from here? Cuz when the afterbirth disperse it's hard to persevere I swear I can't fuck with it She hits about two packs of cigarettes a day and I'm stuck with it The asthmatic, internally scarred from crack addicts Who share needles outside in the rain on Kraftmatics and laugh at it I guess for them it seems funny but soon I be the nigga who kills for petty money presume Inside this Temple of Doom we throw the womb I bloom to be emitted in June, considered a coon Livin' my life incomplete though On the edge of destruction, invetro Chorus (x2) I'd rather not be born than to be scorned in this world of hate Where life escape me and stick me like thorn Wild like child porn -ography, the autobi of the unborn Verse Two Overshadowed in darkness where curiosity is my light Fear it but very coherent that there's a fifty percent chance that I might Not make it in spite of the fact, it's my life And can't take it, knowin' that I'm losin' this fight to contradiction The love with the hatred inviting friction Umbilically inflicted, watchin' my life go down like Christion-acap |
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