Album Cover Release Therapy (2013) [feat. Eric Nyce, Cartel Lefty & Melaphyre]

Release Therapy (2013) [feat. Eric Nyce, Cartel Lefty & Melaphyre]

Wes Beez

2

As I take a sip of this liquor

And a puff of this cigar

I sit back and contemplate about what am I to do tomorrowI have dreams of livin lavish

Big ass crib call it a palace

I′m awaken from my slumber

Cause I forgot the flick the ashes

Now my hands burnin

Sands turnin on the clock

Of the World Wide Web

And that's www dot

Or WWE cause we got the F out

With this little light of mine

We′re going to find the best route

So Lord God please order my steps

So when that time comes

They'll never be taking orders from Wes (yes)

"Let me get a medium number 2 no onions with a coke"

I think I'm dope

But the rest y′all need to learn

It′s my turn

Let it burn

Bitch flame on

I'm digital

And I′m underground

Why y'all niggas still singing the same song

Game on!

Get your chips and dip

72 Dolphins 17 and zip

Now add 10 years to that

For the year that I was born

And my grandfather died

And they say every time

That a child is born someone loses their life

Think about it (yeah)

Now let the song cry

It′s hard to keep my feet on the ground

Beat the beat make it frown

Cause this the life I found

To be so profound

And if I get in it

How it's a game that I′m bound to win

But the minute I get up

Is when I'm down again

My tears I'm drowning in

Severely astounded with

This lifestyle

Cause right now I′m barely counting in

My blessings as I receive them

And my question is do you believe him

Is your destiny so deceiving

Driven by sex & the golden Jesus pieces

Don′t be a thief

At least have the decency to pay the cost to be the boss

There's an admissions fee

Then you could floss like a dentist be

6′1 and I'm gon′ every inch of me to reach the stars

Defeat the odds

I'll make it there eventually

In the meantime I stuff my sweet cigars and as it strengthen me

Mentally

I realize I′m in a better place than where the benchers be

They hanging on my words like a lynching B

I'm on a losing strike

I'm on a winning streak

I′m just beaming like the 1st & 15th

See I could′ve kept it sweet

And kept this verse at 16 but

I don't think you understand my emergency needs

I need a vert with tv′s

Some of ya purpliest weed

Yeah these things I want

But I deserve it so I need it

You want to talk about hurt

Shit I was beaten

With the city on my back

Getting stoned like a heathen

Hold up

Kenner City that is

Stand up

Nice

I want free

Get off

Release me

My people deceased

Thinking it'll never happen to me

We feed the mark of the beast

They′re closing in we sleep

Thy kingdom come

When I'm done I hope it′s my soul you keep

My attitude reeks

Judgement at a dangerous low

211s without a mask

Niggas is dangerously broke

Live fast in a city

Where death is dangerously close

Family pictures without a father

Suckas quick to get ghost

We're infecting our black women

For selfish fulfillings

I can't deny the feeling

Something′s missing

I need a fill in

Grey skies

The silver lining is hidden, sins unforgiven

My temple is empty, got me shivering, killer vision

Sorting thru many lies

While I′m searching for truth

Confused

Seems like love and hate works in cahoots

God

Restless nights

And fantasies of greed

Visions of a rise fall and disease

God

Yea

It's M-E-L-A

Aka Dan Freeman

Yo, ayo

I′m sick of living

In the position of pimping or prison

The system make it seem like pushing that powder

For power

To folks after hours the only viable options we given

Put us in the ghettoes at night

A goon with a metal device

Better suffice

Where the competitors fight

Where news play Picasso

Paint us in negative light

Some belittle our plight

Until the States read them federal rights

Pariah tryna get notes higher than Mariah

Carry the weight on my shoulders

Losing they grip like pliers

Ya either monster or messiah

Where means be expired

Dreams of getting ya teens everything desired

Days Look dire

In that patch like briars

Now them sad songs sang by the choir

Tougher than leather y'all Niggas tired

I′m inspired

To run dees m.c.'s outta the muck & the mire

Suckas think they hot set themselves on fire

But I won′t stop rocking til' I retire

YAAAHH

Lagu lain oleh Wes Beez