Bando!yeah yeah they call me Bando!yeah yeah let's set the record straight yeah yeah what's up with all these evil people trying set the record for giving hate! (for giving hate like it's for goodness sake). oh Father God For Heaven's Sake how much more longer you going make us wait how much more pain and hate you think we can take before we break snapping, pop a opp- bitch dead in the face. I been patiently waiting why you keep on testing our faith every single day feel like I'm drifting further away like you're not receiving any words that I say when I pray anyway thats not okay okay Whatcha ur plan it's hard to understand or comprehend anythang in the silence and you're not showing any signs of sign language my man help us make it make sense cuz right now its not making any sense to a G like me ( it's not making any sense to a G like me like me.) Father please,Father please don't forsake a G coming rescue me set me free Ur the only one who can really judge me that I believe got it tatted on my stomach at 18. (Bando 7.. Ba-ba-ba-bando7!) Mmmm-hmmm mm-hm Mm-hm Blank page staring back like a mirror to the void Pen heavy in my grip, every line I write destroys Childhood ghosts still whispering, “You ain’t never gon’ be shit” Momma’s tears on the floor, daddy gone, I learned to live with it Ink bleeds like open veins, trauma poured in every bar Nights I prayed for silence, but the pain just raised the bar Heart cracked like concrete under boots of every loss Still I spit these melodies, even when the cost is cross Mind racing through the fog, memories cut deep and raw Writers curse, I document the wounds they never saw all the suffering what's the meaning. say my name..Bando 7, gotta keep my hand upon this muthafuckin weapon, just in case another man feel like testing me, Lately Life been fuckin stressing me, God Damn Lord, Dont let this world get what's left of me, I'm starting to think the fuckin devil put a Hex on me, always overthinking everything I just can't let it be maybe my life is meant 2 be jus a big mess train wreck destiny, fighting with depression and it's getting the best of me..Bando7 Lord I need You come rescue me. Uh-huh yahyah 3 a.m. conversations with the ceiling and the dark Asking God why the purest hearts always end up marked Love left scars deeper than any blade could ever carve Trusted souls turned strangers, left me cold and half-starved Pages filled with confessions I can’t even say out loud Depression got me drowning while I’m smiling for the crowd Every rhyme a life raft floating on a sea of doubt Trying to find the meaning while the light keeps going out Smooth flow, wavy pain, riding currents of regret If this is destiny’s design, then the architect is wet all the suffering what's the meaning. say my name...Bando 7, got to keep my hand upon this motherfucking weapon, just in case another man feel like testing me, Lately Life been fuckin stressing me, God Damn Lord, Dont let this world get what's left of me, I'm starting to think the fuckin devil put a Hex on me, always overthinking everything I just can't let it be maybe my life is meant 2 be jus a big mess train wreck destiny, fighting with depression and it's getting the best of me..Bando7 Lord I need You come rescue me. Mmhm,Mm-hm Yah-yah.Bando7 Thoughts looping like a record scratched beyond repair Overthinking every step till I’m paralyzed with fear Devil in the details, whispering I’m already dead Hex on my bloodline, generational weight on my head I write to exorcise the demons that refuse to leave But the more I bleed these verses, the less I can believe Life a train wreck in slow motion, wreckage everywhere Still I clutch this weapon tight, paranoia in the air God damn this world for taking pieces I can’t get back Lord, if You’re listening, pull me from this endless black all the suffering what's the meaning. say my name...Bando 7, got to keep my hand upon this mafuckin weapon, just in case another man feel like testing me, Lately Life been fuckin stressing me, God Damn Lord, Dont let this world get what's left of me, I'm starting to think the fuckin devil put a Hex on me, always overthinking everything I just can't let it be maybe my life is meant 2 be jus a big mess train wreck destiny, fighting with depression and it's getting the best of me..Bando7 Lord I need You come rescue me. Mmm, yeah, yeah Maybe the pain is the purpose, the hurt is the key Every broken chapter writing who Im meant to be Depression tried to claim me, but the pen still fights back Turning suffering to scripture on this endless track I don’t got all the answers, just these scars and this flow Wavy through the chaos, letting the real ones know If my life’s a mess by design, then Ill own every line Bando 7 rising from the ashes one more time Lord, rescue what’s left of me before the night takes hold Till then I keep these weapons close and these stories told
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