PLAYGROUNDS
Silas Luster
GENRE
Through the forest, I yawn at these artist
I know tired, washed, weak folks hate to see me shine
BuLife!
I started rappin with a purpose
In the back of the Suburban
Swerve in traffic
Learning through my passion
Cursing the faction with my action and my verses
Fuck the system of control
With a grip
Listen close, you'll get a gist
It's a trip, I spit like Odysseus on a boat
As I flow, I float, hold on close
Tell a loved on you love them
Who shine like moi?
No one in the sky fly, Si above the lies
Still I'm grounded
A foundation, built on creation
From thе Cape Tip I made it
A pagan, to the Caucasian way of thinking
My passion for prosе, I pose passing my foes
Even if I'm standing still, I'm moving
You running, treading mills, losing
I'm using substance, burning trees, cooling
You fools couldn't shoot the angel down with. a Hubble Scope
I know, sad, washed, weak folks hate to see me shine
I been on it since a kid, dreaded
Trees embedded
I am from the forest
The name Silas read "green from within"
I seen the win, let it guid my eyes
Bars been my sentencing
Far reaching stretch the point, we at Land's End
Not another nigga like me
Spike couldn't Do the Right Thing, in my poisition
Pigeoned holed, but I pivot
Figure limits don't appeal
So I peel bananas on Treasure Beach as my bitch peel her tat
Santana bought us tickets on Christmas day
My first word as a baby was "Why dat?"
And you wonder why I rebel thoughts
You rather live a lie, facts
I know tired, washed, weak folks hate to see me shine
BuLife!
I started rappin with a purpose
In the back of the Suburban
Swerve in traffic
Learning through my passion
Cursing the faction with my action and my verses
Fuck the system of control
With a grip
Listen close, you'll get a gist
It's a trip, I spit like Odysseus on a boat
As I flow, I float, hold on close
Tell a loved on you love them
Who shine like moi?
No one in the sky fly, Si above the lies
Still I'm grounded
A foundation, built on creation
From thе Cape Tip I made it
A pagan, to the Caucasian way of thinking
My passion for prosе, I pose passing my foes
Even if I'm standing still, I'm moving
You running, treading mills, losing
I'm using substance, burning trees, cooling
You fools couldn't shoot the angel down with. a Hubble Scope
I know, sad, washed, weak folks hate to see me shine
I been on it since a kid, dreaded
Trees embedded
I am from the forest
The name Silas read "green from within"
I seen the win, let it guid my eyes
Bars been my sentencing
Far reaching stretch the point, we at Land's End
Not another nigga like me
Spike couldn't Do the Right Thing, in my poisition
Pigeoned holed, but I pivot
Figure limits don't appeal
So I peel bananas on Treasure Beach as my bitch peel her tat
Santana bought us tickets on Christmas day
My first word as a baby was "Why dat?"
And you wonder why I rebel thoughts
You rather live a lie, facts
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