Three Piece Suit Reverend

No honor amongst thieves except if you Robin Hood
Share the proceeds amongst men then you probably good
Time delay, self driven with the right of way
Giving up your life seems the appropriate price to pay
Or not, be a predator sidelining preys
Bite opponents ears off, doing it the Mic Tyson
They tryna cage a free bird make its flight restrained
Lock me up, throw the keys away, deprive me light of day
Field negros, real heros, fought as they bled
You ain’t my massa, I ducked and I fled
Picked the cotton too, wove and spun as it stretched
But my moral fiber still hung by a thread
I gotta be out of my fucking mind
Guns blazing, thoughts racing, Usain’s 100m running time
Dealt a bad hand, going crazy from the mapped plans
Lights at the end of the tunnel was just a cat scan
Faced adversaries I can’t disclose
Prayed for strength days on end to evade the scope
When it rains it pours
When we waging wars, we pick the piece and wonder what safety’s for
Darkness pervades even at the break of light
Dreams turning to nightmares put me in a State of fright
Response was primitive if the funds was limited
Either Stay and fight or exhibit pace and flight
Change from the norm
Resolve issues with my hands on the gun? That’s not the man I’ve become
Middle class nobody became a street legend
Peace brethren, it’s the three piece suit reverend
For we walk by faith and not by sight
Joy in the morning but fear comes at night
For we walk by faith and not by sight
The four winged creature, it comes at night