Testo Tortured Poetry - Oddie
Testo della canzone Tortured Poetry (Oddie), tratta dall'album Return of the Wickedst: Mr Msdmnr
21 road I'm a festac baby
Came from the trenches so it's f you
Pay me
Came from a place of fraud banks scammers and wretched police
Pain up in my voice cause I'm a tortured poet
O God knows this
Put my feelings on the mic and leave it there that's real
It's only when you're broke you know the cost of a meal
Then you'll never blame the man who robs and steals
Life ain't a bitch
It's a big buff black Nigga
And if you a bitch he'll do what he wants with ya
So carry your mind like a Glock with a fucking switcher
You don't need to be a killer to think like a fucking killer
Ask all my niggas I've always been a real nigger
But when times where tough and I was down where were you
But if I do the same that's a fucking dick move well fuck you
Na why I carry my shoe
My size 12 wey feel like a size 22
It's so hard to sit down and tie my shoes
It's so hard to be me but I know it's harder to be you
I know the bars are true why?
It's God that told me
Straight from the mind of a tortured poet.
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Writer(s): Obim Ugboaja
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