They call me the tortured soldier,
I walk with the weight of the world on my shoulder
Bet an all star, been to hell and back but
only stayed for a little short night over
Now I'm back to the road where it's colder,
chip on my shoulder, blitz on a holster
A bit older, a little bit wiser,
still a bit bitter blood but fuck
Kaiser
It's a minor, while me,
I'm only making news that's major
That's why you won't
see no manager
Cause the first one tried
to swipe my paper
And the label, they didn't cater
Talking to man like some dictator
So I kicked out and told them later
Slowly but surely began to self cater
First it was hard,
then a couple months later I was making the paper
But another manager and
she was okay but
But, let's just say that she gave up
At the time I was promoting my album
So the outcome of
Lionheart's is a slow buzz
But to keep it real
I was never feelin' that album
from day one
God, that weren't my ting
Just a quick ting that me and
Buddha shoulda got paid from
But it took over a year and a half
So between me and
Buddha it caused complication
Six months passed,
there was no conversation
Just pure back and forth hatin'
Then, then the phone call got made
And it all got ended in one
conversation
That's when I found out
When they peed all life
When they put the whole
album out blatin'
I didn't feel the enragement
Then I made the statement
If they got a payment then
Fuck it, let's take it
I could take those peas and put
it into the foundation
God, that was the mixtape
That was supposed to give the
whole team after big break
But certain man were moving a bit bait
So we held meetings over at
Scripps place
But instead of keeping it real
Man was holding it in like a
punch to the rib cage
Meanwhile I'm keeping it moving
Investing like over six jibs mate
That's when we got the email
Saying man didn't want to
be a part of the click save
So the door for the wall video
The
PR, the photoshoot, the gig dates
The effort that was put in by the click
Their hopes and shit all
ended in a big waste
So I retreated back to the bits
My mind in business in bits and pieces
Inside I was going skits
In the back of my head,
a new script needed my help
But I was wounded and bleeded,
liquid and weeded
And then one evening while
I was sleeping
Walked to the sounds of the street
s and they were speaking
They said, rise to your feet,
you're a chosen leader
You can't be beaten,
but you gotta take it back
Back to the start like
Eden
And now it's that season
It's back to the
Sardis
Back, back, back
It's gone back
Back, back
It's gone back
Back to the art
Back, back
Back to the style
Back, back
Back to the dramas
It's back to the
Sardis