Jewelz pt 3 lyrics

We live and learn, liquor makes the liver burn
Anxiety seeps through the epiderm
Will Obama get a second term?
Only death is certain
Will the human race ever learn
I make cheddar burn
Get my point across in just 11 words
Times are harder than they ever were
Pain in my soul is hereditary
We forever search
For the meaning of life in every turn
Do we die and then return or go to heaven and splurge?
Or freefall in the abyss of hell and then burn?
Do we earn a pass to get us in first?
Like night club promoters while god studies my motives
Soul cleansing flushing my motor
Hustle is in my culture success
Death sucks us in closer
Now my heart is torn
Pushing harder through the storm
Junk food in my belly now my arteries are worn
Hard to see the wrong
Part of me’s torn
The good side of me’s there but it’s hard to reach to him
Bad economy
No stopping my movement while the poverty’s booming
Grinding till I’m in the driver seat cruising
No more privacy for humans they YouTubing us
Locked in this rubix cube of consumerism
Worshipping the superficial
No matter how long you run the truth will always hit you
Jewelz
Through my life I’ve seen all types of things
The good the bad the ugly
What life can bring
Through the heartaches and pain we find the strength within
We dig deep for what it takes to win (what it takes to win)
Through my life I’ve seen all types of things
The good the bad the ugly
What life can bring
Through the heartaches and pain we find the strength within
We dig deep for what it takes to win (what it takes to win)

Mind over matter
We never mind the chatter
My rhyme chatter I grind until I climb the ladder
At night I shine like Las Vegas Nevada
On or off stage I’m manifesting the latter
See the symbolism as simple as I envision
Choose words that I assemble like Hieroglyphics
It’s all physics
Written in the star systems
The positive comes to the one that’s optimistic
My belief system kills obsolete wisdom
Forces inside of me keep driving me on my mission
To free the captive I spit for kings and Cleopatras
Dodging enemies in the Matrix with Neo backflips
Homeopathic Pisces
Zodiac is sick
Crowd yelling homie threw me off with his accent
Atlas throwing the earth off the axis
Small minded rappers j*rking off on the mattress
Talking about his chains and rims spinning
When he goes out to clubs he gets brains from 10 women
Now his fans don’t believe him anymore
Even worse his own man don’t believe him anymore
Now the reason in your core’s telling you to change
The words from your songs putting you to shame
And now you out the game
No one will truly miss you
No matter how much you run the truth will always hit you