I remember he told me...calm down, calm down, calm down, calm down

Equipto
Yea, god forgets my soul when I’m doing bad
The pain I’m feeling when living life too fast
So calm down with the words that I heard last
My ear drums are still numb from the first blast
I couldn’t turn back past the grave into my head for the dead
Putting ash in graves
And I smoke with the spirit so feel me rise
Over clouds for now up until we die, its like that
I set off through the star spangle
Looking for a light to guide me to an angel
Gotta be smart and hide behind all the answers
When everything’s dark my heart is full of anger

Nikatina
I rather be a bull for a day than a goat forever
My life is a joke so whatever
Man prime time reason and rhyme, you know the rhyme be the reason
Sling shots and Chuck Taylors, it’s the season
There is no state of the art or no special effects
Its just money, politics, and these projects
Can you imagine yo a playboy that’s kickin’ it live?
But in his own damn mind Yo’ he’s doin time
Now that’s deeper than the craters on the moon
Crushin’ up weed in the back dressing room
i hate to be greedy but i love to be greedy
i hope the little god love me but don’t be me
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Life time Kahn tracking no you can’t free me, queezy

Equipto
Yea we live and die its all for the cash flow
Don’t give replies, I’m high and we act cold
I don’t know why I couldn’t explain
Lost focus of the love in the innocent way, live for today
Hey I’m escape to the music, to try to make up
For all the wrong that I’m doin’
I swear I know better, but so far gone
And no guard hear the cry out in every song
It’s upon everybody through moods of stars
Rise and fall I’m there with my open arms

Nikatina
Man its such a rush that I get when the money
Is spent and all the dope is lit
Man this is how I repent, I keep a devils
Eye on tigas that spit to gip?
And is it true when the afta like the souls a drip
That’s kamikaze logic, man the ghetto is the topic
You trying to cop it, you gotta sell it then you drop it
It’s like its hot cause if its not then the plot starts to thicken
I’m sorry but moneys a religion, fly like a pigeon
Man what’s your decision? The homies is
Waiting in the Filmoe division
Rap like living, fast cars driven, its something like prison
But this is how we listen, listen