Letra de ' BLK XMAS (feat. Bruiser Wolf) ' de Billy Woods

All the shit you said
My nigga, nightmares didn't come during dreams
Fiends is a zombies
Open to teen armed robberies
Twin 15 carbon copies, autopsy's
Street life adopted me
Dying young was the prophecy
I was raised in properly in poverty
Malnourished, food a commodity
Bare feet, missing teeth, raggedy clothes
You would think they're trying to trick or treat
Had to walk to streets when it was beef
To be frank it was gore
Scared to fall asleep
They want you to rest in peace to the more
Gamblers, scammers, grandmas in pyjamas
Niggas home from the slammer
Tryna get a hold of the hammer
Funds is tight when the bread went to get natural life
Or hit with the RICO for packaging white
The strains, to maintain, can make you deranged
Acting strange, 'cause meds do more than take away the pain
Insane, panic attacks, you can't relax
From having first dibs, to what's left of the scraps
Horror, drama, suspense, it's a thriller
If you can pay the rent
The rent threats had people trying to evict
This flick as real as it gets
Depicting it at the revenant, it's sickening
Bruiser

You walked the long way
'Cause the shelter too crazy
You gotta test the yay
Nowadays, that shit brazy
Even the weed spray
They paying more
You couldn't pay me
You couldn't pay me
You walked the long way
'Cause the shelter too crazy
You gotta test the yay
Nowadays that shit shady
Even the weed spray, you couldn't pay me

Neighbours just got evicted
How you gon put folks out a week before Christmas
And they got kids? Them people sick in the head
It's sickening
Erry'thing niggas got tossed in the street
Crying kids
It's wicked
Took what they could fit in they cousin whip
Two trips, the rest just sit
Nobody wants to be the first but it's just it
Eventually people start picking, sifting through
Not proud but eventually I was with 'em too
Pots and pans for the kitchen
Few old clothes
My kids is lil' they won't know the difference
Dolls with they heads missin'
Wild eyed rocking horse mouth carved into a frown
Family photos scattered on the ground
But they not in that family, I put 'em down
Light drizzle drove me back inside the house
Barred the door, sat on the couch, put the stuff on the floor
Everywhere it's hungry mouths
It's no in doubt
Dreams where teeth keep falling out
And they insisting it's hamburger meat but it taste type foul
Didn't want the doctor to turn
I knew it would something awful on the ultrasound
Sat up in my sleep, stifling the screen
That rent got me feeling I'm fit to drown
Storm drains full of clowns
Ten cities on the edge of town
Squeaky wheel on the shopping cart so you know when they coming around
What you took you can't give back now
Nah, they on you like hounds