Dead Friends

Every time I feel alive I think about dead friends
 The rest is just dead to me
 Sleeping couch to couch just to find a way in
 Living on my own now
 Living on my own now
 Living on my own now
 And the truth is over-ridiculed
 Verdict never human, but something more spiritual
 But put it through the physical
 It's enemies and animals and generalist Hannibals
 And gotta be acceptables, I never took the corners
 I was way more diagonal
 Corner power with the power that he held in the streets so intangible
 Look up to the kin
 Know the color of the skin
 More like a correlation with the nature that's within
 Told everybody I was related to him
 Big homie did this
 Blaze one up to this
 I was in a battlefield with the neutralist grounds
 He was born on the wrong side of the gun sound
 Intentions, never knew, never seen him pull a trigger
 But I knew when he came around he never show that figure
 But the gang signs around him always gonna make him think of better ways of living life
 Let me show this little nigga
 Change directions, reach a popular view
 Don't be a knucklehead on Crooks Avenue
 Don't be like me, nigga, fight for your dreams
 I know you do music that will bring your needs
 Left my comfort zone for two years now
 Working on career now
 Then you heard news of the same child
 Cause I'm around you, lost hope
 But I made it possible, take your advice
 Bro, I heard you paint well
 Dope, don't do the block, nigga, keep doing you
 My outlet growing bigger, I support too
 You did me a favor and I made the move
 Now I'm a star
 Least I could do is just pay all my dues
 News just in, another fallen angel
 The world is so cruel, my heart turn in two
 Every time I feel alive I think about dead friends
 The rest is just dead to me
 Sleeping couch to couch just to find a way in
 Living on my own now
 Living on my own now
 Living on my own now
 I was partially standing beside him when they parted the Red Sea
 See the blood on the hydrant and the leaves like 'Ye said
 They dead, funeral
 Newspaper like a brand new obituary
 Rapping my contemporaries, I ain't gotta think about it
 I dreamt about it
 What's a demon to a ghetto now?
 Move around, heard a couple shots in my solitude, hallelu
 Went right past, that's what God'll do
 They found nutritional value at the base of my conscious
 It taste like peaches, no nonsense
 No Noname, no tickets for purchase
 My market was marketing Gypsy for prophet or profit
 Cause everybody speaks truth
 Believe in your words
 Believe in yourself, the things we dream about
 And let them feed you
 Living on my own now
 Living on my own now
 Living on my own now
 Living on my own now