Letra de Through the Sky - JID

Confidence is the food to a wise man, but liqour to a fool

True, I had the juice since a likkle bitty yute

The likkle root that grew maneuvered the manure, the poo, the press, the pride, the prayers, the proof

I shook it loose of everything I thought I knew

Had to unlearn, rewire 'cause the fires regrew

I been aloof, I been alone, but now it's time to regroup

Look at the time, rhymin' as simple as tyin' his shoe

They say the Devil's in the dirt, I found diamonds

My mama say it's Devil's in the church, but you been preachin' with the Zealots, the converted

Yo purpose got a purpose, you been on the search

You been hurt by people that's bein' hurt, but who could do worse?

One person, Black man, first Earth birth

Evil lurkin' in the curtains, squirtin' at your work shirt

It's no detergent if you undergo the current

You a cowardly, dawg, I wouldn't encourage it

Certainly pertinent information observin' the surface got me berserk

This nigga copped the dirty thirty and he poppin' that perc

For brekky, lunch, dinner, dessert

But smirched the good name of the family, pops was always at work

He went to rob another robber then got found in the dirt

He got it popped then shot the cop, the partners thought he was turnt

Google search, a niggas service was purpose

Upperclass, middleclass attracted to the bad shit

Runnin' rabbid, then you blame it on some rap shit

There's lies in the library, they cappin' in the captions, fasten your seatbelt

Fascism is just a fashion that's formidable for you to walk the hill until your feet melt

Run, baby, run, baby, run 'fore they getcha

Oh, man, they gotcha, now smile for the picture

Run, better run from they gun 'cause they comin' for you

Run, baby, run, baby, run 'fore they getcha

Oh, man, they gotcha, now smile for the picture

Run, better run from they gun 'cause they comin' for you

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