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Sun Chaser
City lights lit the city heights
with hues of pain and joy
it was a prism of emotions
to this aimless boy
reflected off of broken bottle glass
it lit the way, down the road,
through the path, I couldnt escape my fate
so im a hustler
aint no denying that
I had intuition and a set of eyes in back
born in the lion's den there aint no lying back
and id be lying to say I aint got the iron packed
though i never had to use it
justice was raw
things got out of hand and brought the muskets to war
out of fear for our lives cuz we living in sin
playing with death cuz life is but a gamble of men
so drink of this blood and you'll be blind too
these killer streets'll sweep you off your feet like typhoons
better yet'll cook your brain like suns at high noon
greenhouse effecting the soul thats inside you
so Count your days cuz the hours run
like copious amounts of blood when the shots are rung
pierce your solar plexus, blood clot your lungs
its a race against time trying chase the sun
Sun Chaser
and everything is power.
power
power the crowd brings
money comes in showers
you feel when the crowd sings
everything is power
the clothes and the bling power
the fame and the man power
the cars and the horse power
i was just a boy in brooklyn
the clock tower
i remember when i felt like
this hour is not ours
now im in my 30s
and 30s a half hour
but i already feel like the whole world
is half hours
so drink of this blood and you'll be blind too
these killa streets'll sweep you off your feet like typhoons
better yet'll cook your brain like suns at high noon
greenhouse effecting the soul thats inside you
Count your days cuz the hours run
like copious amounts of blood when the shots are rung
pierce your solar plexus, blood clot your lungs
its a race against time tryna chase the sun
Sun Chaser
with hues of pain and joy
it was a prism of emotions
to this aimless boy
reflected off of broken bottle glass
it lit the way, down the road,
through the path, I couldnt escape my fate
so im a hustler
aint no denying that
I had intuition and a set of eyes in back
born in the lion's den there aint no lying back
and id be lying to say I aint got the iron packed
though i never had to use it
justice was raw
things got out of hand and brought the muskets to war
out of fear for our lives cuz we living in sin
playing with death cuz life is but a gamble of men
so drink of this blood and you'll be blind too
these killer streets'll sweep you off your feet like typhoons
better yet'll cook your brain like suns at high noon
greenhouse effecting the soul thats inside you
so Count your days cuz the hours run
like copious amounts of blood when the shots are rung
pierce your solar plexus, blood clot your lungs
its a race against time trying chase the sun
Sun Chaser
and everything is power.
power
power the crowd brings
money comes in showers
you feel when the crowd sings
everything is power
the clothes and the bling power
the fame and the man power
the cars and the horse power
i was just a boy in brooklyn
the clock tower
i remember when i felt like
this hour is not ours
now im in my 30s
and 30s a half hour
but i already feel like the whole world
is half hours
so drink of this blood and you'll be blind too
these killa streets'll sweep you off your feet like typhoons
better yet'll cook your brain like suns at high noon
greenhouse effecting the soul thats inside you
Count your days cuz the hours run
like copious amounts of blood when the shots are rung
pierce your solar plexus, blood clot your lungs
its a race against time tryna chase the sun
Sun Chaser
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