Sour Truths - 137, Mello

Ooh, baby don’t you know

Second hand stays the same no matter where you go

I got asked what I do with the sum of my hours

Well, I make things that are beautiful

See

Mello music all around the map

Stay packed with the shit that you kiddies lack

Got lethal writing like cardiac

Won’t apologize if I don’t call you back

Been on a mission

Wicked decisions

Creating my wishes

Swing for the fences

Increased the expenses

Switched the intentions

Flow coming naturally

My Pops said he proud of me

Back to reality

Now the music bringing hourly

Stop acting cowardly

Turn shit to a catastrophe

Mello x 137

You know w brought the cavalry

Glass surfing like a beardd dragon that’s hungry

I speak the truth but truth wouldn’t have ruth if it were so easy

Know I speak easy at speakeasy 'cause, at heart, I know what’s truly banned

I understand within this land it’s thoughts that make them queasy

Put a soul through a strainer long enough, you’ll find impurity

But everybody really wanna claim infallibility

Humanity has trouble admitting its fallibility

Veracity is kept to the best of my ability

And I say

I pay the toll on the highway

Got ten graves that I have to dig

And nine corpses

So will you please step this way

Never miss when I shoot

I’m Heaven sent, that shit the truth

Still hold on to part of my youth

So I hadda pass that shit like an alley-oop

I’m a crisis counselor in apocalypse

With a flow that’s sturdy like an acropolis

And when the sun under horizon dips

I hear the howls and a creature’s hiss

Lately some people been needing addressing

Don’t get involved with the way I be stepping

You weren’t involved when I needed refreshing

Now my shit resolved, and you search for attention

Been calling the shots, and it’s all progression

Switching the plot, call this a redemption

You all in my sights, they’re no exceptions

Working hard is not enough

It’s sour but true

You could train a thousand troops

And fit them with the best swords

Just to perish confronting an army bigger than you

But give that army a cannon

You think the same would ensue

Ooh, baby don’t you know

Second hand stays the same no matter where you go

I got asked what I do with the sum of my hours

Well, I make things that are beautiful

See