I grew up playing with sticks and stones
Using broken glass to make arrows and bows
Now that I'm grown I don't shoot no stones
But I'm armed with hits and I drop like bombs
Let my melody get u high like stoned
Leave u messed up like u got caught up in a storm
Keep u listening until your eardrum's torn
All hail, Mo' the king is born!!!
I got strings peeling off the tips fingers
I get lost as the melody goes deeper
I get lost in my songs, I get lost trying to figure
Whether or not it's right or wrong
To say my ID got lost in a song
Coz my ID was on my finger prints
The same prints which got erased by the strings
Perhaps I'm not lost but misled by the strings
While u were sleeping I was busy singing these songs
Asking myself why cant we just get along?
I believe Love & Hate are 4-letter-words
But why do they say HATE is such a strong word
Does your love come wit a price tag what is it worth
Is my melody not good enough 2 buy that
As I carry on writing these tracks u fight back
Like u want me pause, I wont stop, get back!
Only follow the road that takes me to the top
Even when I get to the top I will never stop
No matter how u think u will try to stop me you will not
The only way that I will stop is wen I self-destruct
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