Doors

Doors, I’m kickin' em down
Look at them look at me now
Flippin' a style
Took everybody a while
Now I’m just walkin' the isle
Now I manage
With the runway up in Paris
Got clearance for the college in psychology of Religion
Abolish your religion
The fuck you tell the children?
Hey children just don’t listen to them Christians
follow the poles of existence
I’m sippin' on some shit that got me trippin'
I’m trippin' on some shit but I’m not slippin'
Heavy up on a mission
I’m a vissionary then marry these vision
Precision
where they show me any target I’m not missin'
Been busy writing this shit 'das not 'propriately been written
I’m missin' my Ladoses to lately fuck you Thanksgivin'
I’m skippin'
I die when you look over
I’m frozen
Always have been the creator of the road that I am walkin'
Kattie don’t you give it up
just go stress
leave the cameras goin' us
make love
Where you could follow me up
to the first
reach us up
we make up
we go
Sonny don’t finger to them doors
I’m kickin' em down.
Talkin' doors I’m kickin' em down.
show you the light
the dark
the fame
the heart
that’s on Broadway
lights on
therapy when my mics on
Tell the best to check before
'88 when I was born
that would make 24
I’ve already lived through multiple wars
the floors were broke with time
not even into my prime
gotta find myself in the same breath as those who were one of a kind
I’m in
black rose, all day
workin' on my nose
tracing the oath
regions of garden reminds of the religious folks we are
The new generation of dark
aw man we writing a plot
tell her you manage to stop runnin' from his
potential
Potential