Texty:
Believer The Need For Conflict

All you have is you Bored with your thoughts Need to feel the angst Need to taste your rot Bring your mind to me Unleash the demons now Allowing your

m a prisoner of doom. [Verse 2: (Prevail)] This is not for the faint of heart. Break apart from the heavy turbulence. Disturbing images, burning in your mind for

ends No more fakes disguised as friends No one has the time to waste on them And I still believe Most people are the same We're so conflicted And we need

And killer coppers, even come through in helicopters I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a glock for The fronters, wannabe ill niggaz and spot

and make you realize That to some life is money but what's money without life 'Cause all's I need is the air that I breathe And my friends and family to believe

two loves my soul is so conflicted. My son came into this world innocent and he deserves everything that needs to live in it. And this home I made for

of ideals and other people should be a virtue Instead of torturing other for life Never learning, never open, 'cause you've all these conclusions Just 'cause it didn't work for your parents No need

Makin the needed sacrifices 'fore a crowd prevent us I'ma portray all the virtues, and vices, conveyin the contents A blue prism with four elements creates if the team doesn't conflict

pity You was jealous, it's all your fault Back for the payback, black, you came up shorter Geah, your ass is out, Eiht wrote another Funky rap about your jealous conflict