Past aint been forgiven They be praying stayin living With the guilt inside its killing Blood spilt, you feel a villain Still in solitary spillin Out thoughts, sweating nervously It hurts to be yourself You wish you were that help You wish you could've felt The pain and anguish The day is makeshift You stayed complacent And now you can't take it The same shit been going down Demons fightin battles Shaking all nervous now I know some aint staying honest They keep playing but they haunted Yeah they think they been forgotten But you all up in the comments Up on that I.G Writing R.I.P You weren't there for his lowest You weren't helping at that moment That he took his last breaths in Writing out condolences He was so helpless Wishing he could get a message From one last best friend Got none, so he went and Then pulled out the weapon Full clip smith n wesson They cherishing his memory But ain't who they pretend to be Put his life in jeopardy And now they living every Moment wishing they was in better position But they know damn well they never Helped to begin with It's dark matters Blood splatters Love shattered God damn, the same pattern Its dark matters Its dark matters Its dark matters Blood splatters Love shattered God damn, the same pattern Its dark matters Its dark matters It start out little then it spreads Conscious brittle, then your head Wish that it'll then be fed Send a signal, still instead You need what your fiending for Ask why we don't see no more Need to cop three G's then four And then crash right upon the floor It hurts too see those who be living dissassociated They can't even do no shit unless they hella faded Scales are weighted I hate it seein people be oppressed Seeing years of straight unrest Kinda make me feel depressed I feel the sense that shit going down Sooner than later The nation in a free fall, a broken elevator Hope is almost faded F*ck peace, unleash the rage inside Of the mass The sides finna clash And shits bad, and if it go down like that F*ck fighting for this country Bitch I'm burning the flag Yeah they'll be hurting from that The worlds a circus, an act And shit, it all feel so far from perfect at that It's dark matters Blood splatters Love shattered God damn, the same pattern Its dark matters Its dark matters Its dark matters Blood splatters Love shattered God damn, the same pattern Its dark matters Its dark matters Its dark matters Blood splatters Love shattered God damn, the same pattern Its dark matters Its dark matters Boy wanna run but he aint got backup Hit him with one, and his ass got snatched up Me and my boys yeah we chilling with racks up Knocking on wood so I don't get the bad luck That boy cap but he a good actor We be flippin shit, on to new chapters Dumb bitch be slippin, so I ghost like casper My words be rippin, I feel a pastor In my own zone, I'm feelin on point These rappers clones, synthetic, they toys Read through the lines I embedded in my voice These bitches at it, I might as well join Hit with the automatic in his groin Odds that I make it a flip of a coin Rich life, the lobsters, the shrimp, and sirloin Success that I feel is for certain That boy try flexin, I don't think its working Grind for the prada, the fendi, the birkin Wanting a piece I can see that they lurkin Verses I'm murkin Worship my verbage Read and inject all my words and you learnin It takes some courage Give me a few and you'll that I flourish Up on me its a mismatch My boys carry like the niners with the split backs Copping the fee and you know we gon' rip that Choppas extendos that shit gotta kick back All of my boys yeah we kick back Grinding up, going and getting the slick racks Getting the cheese and its stacked like a big mac Breath stank damn that boy need a tic tac