Downlodid Muzik is an outlet of oppression from a southern political view. Azriel is an religious speaker from a urban life style. So, he talks about God and tr
Troubled by the expectations of family. Trying to live a righteous life and not coming close. Finally realized that the people who are guiding me have failed and your life belongs to you.
Lyrics
Revelations/ the end is coming/you can't do nothing/ repent or start running/ All my life I listened to hypo - Christians/ trying to save me from falling/ but when he touch my soul/ I know the calling/ often/ I wish I wasn't off in/ these predicaments/ or maybe slow down on this weed just a tad bit/ maybe it's just me/ I always feel like somebody watching me/ Azriel/ as you can tell/ I don't know if I'm going to heaven or hell/ I done hit plenty kats from the back/ rolled many blunts in the Lac/ I whooped nigga's/ But I done got whooped/ thought about murder / but never carried it out / I know I gotta leave this earth / but I'm not hurrying out / as if I can do something about it / I only do what I want / cause it's the only way I'm in control / in this new millennium / weed will be legal / shipped through USB ports / like this mental meloddysey / through these midi cords / lord / your fallin' angel / just got some things going on / these wicked streets / seem all for me / the truth is hard to find / looking between the lines / in between the lines / even though two other folk / brought you / for your own life / you held accountable / making deals with the soul cannibal / be damned if you let / anybody tell you shit / they don't know / who the hell you is / but nether do you / that's why so easily / you put your future on the line / or do you hope I don't have a nine / and this is a show / for them hoes in your ride / brotha / you don't want to feel the presence / of this hellacious heaven / all of a sudden / he's struck in the face / a nigga kneeling down / screaming I don't give a fuck / in his face / keep in mind / they been arguing / since one forty-five A.M / something about Tony was supposed to pay him / for a amp and a ounce / and at that moment in time / this is where the Franklin ' s and Grants / really counted / so he spit all seventeen / then boom / silence
