Homeboy Sandman - Rain lyrics
[Homeboy Sandman - Rain lyrics]
Change the world, change the world
Change the world
Whats up with all these Blonde sistas?
I pay my regards to only God's whispers
Because of that I'm calm
Playing cards with Boa Constrictors
I come from a star in the wrong system
The victors are all victims
Afflictions grow strong tryna solve symptoms
The head of the class walk the
Path of the last pharaohs
And carry the flag for the past
But the path narrows
The titans that clashed in the
Slums while they cast arrows
Were turned into giants by the
Sun as it cast shadows
I gathered my scars in the same battles
I swam in the same channels
With rather be slain then enslaved mammals
For some all the world is a
Stage with a stage manager
Others the world is a cage
Hear the cage rattle
Complaining is played as a babe's rattle
I step to the plate like I'm Babe or Mantle
The babe that became adult
Want every platoon on the hunt
Without a plaid flannel
Whatever buffoon wanna front
Getting manhandled
The rain isn't stuck on the way that it drops
The waves gonna welcome the rain
A girl with a fat booty that hardly
Can act in a whack movie
That hardly could rap trying to rap to me
That hardly could scratch tryna' mix records
That hardly had tracks, maybe six records
They ain't eighty six cause
She look sick nekkid
She pouting her lips every six seconds
Promoters appraise like they playing checkers
For who gonna take seconds
As sorcerers wait till they waive censors
We waiting to wave scepters
And showing our fangs
Who's afraid or spectres?
The colors I wave wouldn't save in spectrums
We ain't even pay attention
We shoulder the weight
It ain't worth paying mention
Don't run with a dame cause a dame's fetching
We run with a dame cause her
Profession is playing her position
I'm not talking about hoes or
Staying home in the kitchen
I'm talking about queens
Homey those different
They roll for the whole mission
My mrs ain't submissive a leader
I don't need her to do my dishes
I need her to do my stitches
The rain isn't stuck on the way that it drops
The waves gonna welcome the rain
Don't ask me why my garb regal
Defiers of odds seen as odd people
They swarm on the swans, ducklings
The seagulls on bald eagles
Nobody'd have thought I would thwart evil
I weathered the storm
Fetal, my collar deformed I was born feeble
I made a decision while I's
Sitting in the incubator
To never cave in or hesitate to
Show em what I'm made of
Any plan that was B or C or greater
I'll see ya later
And lately graduated from alpha
Male to alpha omega
Neighbors I'll tell you how to spot a traitor
They answer to ultimatums
They famous for finding something
To be afraid of they buckle
A corrupting for a buck
Instead of honest labor
Any buck that needs claiming they pass
It like a hot potato
That type of success is all
Accountable to sexual favours
They've tasted from strawberry to cherry
All the condom flavours
From Lifestyles of Trojan
Play Lifestyles of the Poor and Dangerous
For em
Lord it's like playing a foreign language
Wooooooooooooooooooo!!!
Change the world
Whats up with all these Blonde sistas?
I pay my regards to only God's whispers
Because of that I'm calm
Playing cards with Boa Constrictors
I come from a star in the wrong system
The victors are all victims
Afflictions grow strong tryna solve symptoms
The head of the class walk the
Path of the last pharaohs
And carry the flag for the past
But the path narrows
The titans that clashed in the
Slums while they cast arrows
Were turned into giants by the
Sun as it cast shadows
I gathered my scars in the same battles
I swam in the same channels
With rather be slain then enslaved mammals
For some all the world is a
Stage with a stage manager
Others the world is a cage
Hear the cage rattle
Complaining is played as a babe's rattle
I step to the plate like I'm Babe or Mantle
The babe that became adult
Want every platoon on the hunt
Without a plaid flannel
Whatever buffoon wanna front
Getting manhandled
The rain isn't stuck on the way that it drops
The waves gonna welcome the rain
A girl with a fat booty that hardly
Can act in a whack movie
That hardly could rap trying to rap to me
That hardly could scratch tryna' mix records
That hardly had tracks, maybe six records
They ain't eighty six cause
She look sick nekkid
She pouting her lips every six seconds
Promoters appraise like they playing checkers
For who gonna take seconds
As sorcerers wait till they waive censors
We waiting to wave scepters
And showing our fangs
Who's afraid or spectres?
The colors I wave wouldn't save in spectrums
We ain't even pay attention
We shoulder the weight
It ain't worth paying mention
Don't run with a dame cause a dame's fetching
We run with a dame cause her
Profession is playing her position
I'm not talking about hoes or
Staying home in the kitchen
I'm talking about queens
Homey those different
They roll for the whole mission
My mrs ain't submissive a leader
I don't need her to do my dishes
I need her to do my stitches
The rain isn't stuck on the way that it drops
The waves gonna welcome the rain
Don't ask me why my garb regal
Defiers of odds seen as odd people
They swarm on the swans, ducklings
The seagulls on bald eagles
Nobody'd have thought I would thwart evil
I weathered the storm
Fetal, my collar deformed I was born feeble
I made a decision while I's
Sitting in the incubator
To never cave in or hesitate to
Show em what I'm made of
Any plan that was B or C or greater
I'll see ya later
And lately graduated from alpha
Male to alpha omega
Neighbors I'll tell you how to spot a traitor
They answer to ultimatums
They famous for finding something
To be afraid of they buckle
A corrupting for a buck
Instead of honest labor
Any buck that needs claiming they pass
It like a hot potato
That type of success is all
Accountable to sexual favours
They've tasted from strawberry to cherry
All the condom flavours
From Lifestyles of Trojan
Play Lifestyles of the Poor and Dangerous
For em
Lord it's like playing a foreign language
Wooooooooooooooooooo!!!