Alex Faith, Dre Murray, JGivens - Refuge lyrics

Getting tore up under city lights
Looking for a place to rest
Where am I gon’ spend the night
Eyelids closed and these dreams take
Me to greater heights
Third eye open got my body
Chasing the newest high
As the paint drips candy and
I swing around the corner
My whip clean as it can be
Music loud hear me coming even
When you can’t see flex like that
See the canvas that I’m painting
Vain when I smile, gold in my mouth
Grandmama even had ‘em how we
Do it in the South shorty pop it
Drop it low show us what you working with
But, I would kill my daughter if
I ever seen her twerking it
All on the same block, who do we blame huh?
The lights is getting cut off next week
When will the pain stop?
Baby momma cookin’ and pissin’ all
In the same pot
This is what it really is I’ll
Tell you what it’s never not

Peace to all the killers
War to all the writers
Death to every prophet
Violence will unite us
Now every child recite us
Every child with a weapon
All that pain that Martin dealt
With and nobody step in
March for our freedom
But that freedom we don’t want
The ghetto’s like a ghost town
That trap house is haunted
The demons pitching on the curb
Zombies stalk the pavement
I call it the purge they call it the payment
The nonsense I saw and heard as an adolescent
Church doors are open God I need a blessing
But we don’t trust the reverend so
We get it how we live
Loading up the weapons taking
What you wouldn’t give
This is life for me every
Day on the South Side
Couple homicides you perish
By stepping outside
I turned eighteen, I was happy to be alive
See you wanna live, but I just wanna survive

300 miles from the ocean
Six million kilowatts keep slot machines open
Four aces smokin’ west Coast Oasis exploding
It’s LV, NV, Las Vegas in me
The A-D ATLiens with me the acid pills have
Illuminated these daffodils
Ain’t even gotta open those doors
The velociraptors will
Far from Jurassic, cars park in darkness
The man you see is the captain
The passenger seat’s a teen
And she’s trafficked
They follow money in lieu of solimony
In wisdom and vision and swimming
In pools of women
The moon and communion, the room
The lobby too two women two conky Bonnies
And Clyde his pocket
Two mollies Osiris is not the god we
Trust in, we’re just leading the chase
But, if race is leading this race
Then this vanity must end
Don’t have to smash the mirror
The spirit’s here with you
Just don’t forget his reflection
When exiting that room