Organized Konfusion - Invetro lyrics
[Organized Konfusion - Invetro lyrics]
Two Weeks before my old man busted up in her
My moms never walked slow
Now she smoke crack, sit back
And listen to talk shows
I hope she don't eat pork fried rice tonight
See, the cholesterol already got
My arteries tight
I might select even before she
Injects her lethal chemicals
To wrap the umbilical cords around my neck
Shit, I'm pissin' in the abdomen
Two and a half weeks old
Already thoughts of stabbin' men
Unravelin' plots and plans for
Thievin' and shit
Immune to the gospel, not believin' in shit
Where the fuck do I go from here
Cuz when the afterbirth disperse
It's hard to persevere
I swear I can't fuck with it
She hit's about two packs of cigarettes a
Day and I'm stuck with it the asthmatic
Internally scarred from crack addicts
Who share needles outside in
The rain on Craftmatics and laugh at it
I guess for them it seems funny but soon
I'll be the nigga who kills
For petty money presume
Inside this temple of doom we throw the womb
I bloom to be emitted in june
Considered a coon
Livin' my life incomplete though
On the edge of destruction, Invetro
I'd rather not be born
Than to be scorned in this world of hate
Where life escape me and stick
With me like thorn wild like child porn
-ography, the autobi of the unborn
Overshadowed in darkness where curiosity
Is my light
Fear it but every coherent that there's a
Fifty percent chance that I might
Not make it in spite of the fact
It's my life and can't take it
Knowin' that I'm losin' this fight
To contradiction
The love with the hatred inviting friction
Umbilically inflicted
Watchin' my life go down like Christion
Understand Mommy dearest is
Confused right now
But my faith brings us through someway
Somehow from now I vow to invest the livin'
Bow only to God
The coke's tokes and tell-lie-vision violence
Already got me scarred
Disregard what the devil allowed on my set
This city's number one threat, huh
Bet I could probably run for mayor on
Some shit like that one day
Or get my hustle on, just like my dad
Quiet as kept for the long stay
Flow as a positive form to first step
I want some friends and a
Ill-ass fuckin' neighborhood rep
600 Benz gooseneck with a
Nakamichi system in it
Graduated from a rookie
Rolled-up windows tinted
Desire presented for ice cream, big wheels
Local rented movies
From Power Rangers, Lion King
Toy Story and Goonies
But the bomb, at least that's what I heard
Beyond my 9 to 5's I write a dope rap song
But with your insides gone
The vision is frail dreams can't set sail
From all that unprotected sex
And cold Ballantine Ales
Oh well, I still prevail
God always has something in store for me
Outside this hell, move on
Torn in the eyes of Allah
Scorned when the dawn distortion upon
My abortion clinic visit in the morn
I'd rather be born
Shine as the true and livin'
Spawned to live this gift
To the fullest shit is on
Still rethinkin' my position until I'm gone
Mission is to elevate minds
Glisten, destined forever, weather the storm
My moms never walked slow
Now she smoke crack, sit back
And listen to talk shows
I hope she don't eat pork fried rice tonight
See, the cholesterol already got
My arteries tight
I might select even before she
Injects her lethal chemicals
To wrap the umbilical cords around my neck
Shit, I'm pissin' in the abdomen
Two and a half weeks old
Already thoughts of stabbin' men
Unravelin' plots and plans for
Thievin' and shit
Immune to the gospel, not believin' in shit
Where the fuck do I go from here
Cuz when the afterbirth disperse
It's hard to persevere
I swear I can't fuck with it
She hit's about two packs of cigarettes a
Day and I'm stuck with it the asthmatic
Internally scarred from crack addicts
Who share needles outside in
The rain on Craftmatics and laugh at it
I guess for them it seems funny but soon
I'll be the nigga who kills
For petty money presume
Inside this temple of doom we throw the womb
I bloom to be emitted in june
Considered a coon
Livin' my life incomplete though
On the edge of destruction, Invetro
I'd rather not be born
Than to be scorned in this world of hate
Where life escape me and stick
With me like thorn wild like child porn
-ography, the autobi of the unborn
Overshadowed in darkness where curiosity
Is my light
Fear it but every coherent that there's a
Fifty percent chance that I might
Not make it in spite of the fact
It's my life and can't take it
Knowin' that I'm losin' this fight
To contradiction
The love with the hatred inviting friction
Umbilically inflicted
Watchin' my life go down like Christion
Understand Mommy dearest is
Confused right now
But my faith brings us through someway
Somehow from now I vow to invest the livin'
Bow only to God
The coke's tokes and tell-lie-vision violence
Already got me scarred
Disregard what the devil allowed on my set
This city's number one threat, huh
Bet I could probably run for mayor on
Some shit like that one day
Or get my hustle on, just like my dad
Quiet as kept for the long stay
Flow as a positive form to first step
I want some friends and a
Ill-ass fuckin' neighborhood rep
600 Benz gooseneck with a
Nakamichi system in it
Graduated from a rookie
Rolled-up windows tinted
Desire presented for ice cream, big wheels
Local rented movies
From Power Rangers, Lion King
Toy Story and Goonies
But the bomb, at least that's what I heard
Beyond my 9 to 5's I write a dope rap song
But with your insides gone
The vision is frail dreams can't set sail
From all that unprotected sex
And cold Ballantine Ales
Oh well, I still prevail
God always has something in store for me
Outside this hell, move on
Torn in the eyes of Allah
Scorned when the dawn distortion upon
My abortion clinic visit in the morn
I'd rather be born
Shine as the true and livin'
Spawned to live this gift
To the fullest shit is on
Still rethinkin' my position until I'm gone
Mission is to elevate minds
Glisten, destined forever, weather the storm