Mugen Styles – Spitting Blood Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Spitting blood out of my mouth/
Because my nose is bleeding/
Clothes on my back torn and tattered/
Cause the wolves are feeding/
Teeth dig down deep til they crunch the bone/
Tear my legs off, I’m a got damn vegetable/

[Verse 2]
Congressional power could never sentence me/
A death sentence would only set me free/
Heavily gasping for breath, I must confess/
Success was not met, when they tried to oppress me/

[Verse 3]
Sit and think about the way that you living life/
Working for the money, but no downtime to spend it on/
The way I comprehend the situation/
Seems to me, that you pretend to be patient/
But the payment ain’t enough to satisfy/
The vacant look in your eye/

[Verse 4]
Both eyes open but you still can’t see shit/
Another pill down the hatch, my brain is leaving/
Snatch all the grief and toss it into the deep end/
But I can’t find relief, so I throw the life ring in/
Ears ringing, fears bringing me to tears/
I did not volunteer, I don’t wanna be the tribute/
But I’d rather contribute, than create a dispute/
Yes, I’m acutely aware of the severity/
That entails the trials and trails to procede/
But I still wanna achieve something higher than the bottom…/

[Hook]
I don’t want to be an issue, a problem/
Falling/
Into the back row/
Don’t call on me/
Don’t count on me/
Don’t call on me/
Don’t count on me/

[Verse 5]
Don’t make a sound, keep your head down/
No way jose, I keep my head in the clouds/
Halfway to heaven/
I keep my voice in the crowds/
Feel my fucking presence/
You pleasant little peasants/
I’m ruling without question/

[Verse 6]
Aggression will only lessen your progression/
End yo sessions in seconds, cause I got a bad impression/
Just messin with ya, pull a weapon on ya/
No time like the present to freshen your outlook/
Two shots to deafen ya, holes in the holy book/
Shot that crook, who took my salvation/
Your god is a joke and if not, I’m headed to damnation/

[Verse 7]
Don’t get me wrong, I respect your religion/
Shit’s just not for me I’m too busy livin/
Got too much drive to live a lie/
So instead I’ll make myself ascend sky high/
Bright lights, eternal happiness/
Personal herb in my thermos/
Epidermis tingling/
Bells ringing/
Angels singing/
But the world clings to me/
Slow descent, float back into the city/

[Hook]
I don’t want to be an issue, a problem/
Falling/
Into the back row/
Don’t call on me/
Don’t count on me/
Don’t call on me/
Don’t count on me/

[Outro]
Don’t call on me/
Don’t count on me/
Don’t call on me/
Don’t count on me/

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