Nation Tyme.

They treat me like I’m wasted away
I know I’m worth more than they pay
Blood in my hands, tell
I don’t mean to but it healing me
Shit I should’ve died, I wouldn’t have to pay rent
Shit, you treat a nigga like you know I ain’t shit
I had to get back everything I lost
I was taught move absurd, sleep walk
The flip the cases, body feel like
They still in the basement, just the pigs getting high
when you coming back happy, niggas payed for you
Election played for you, can’t fall
I’m tired, can’t fall, sleep, can’t feel, sleep