Organized Konfusion - Invetro Lyrics
Verse oneTwo weeks before my old man busted up in herMy moms never walked slowNow she smoke crack, sit back, and listen to talk showsI hope she dont eat pork fried rice tonightSee, the cholesterol already got my arteries tightI might select even before she injects her lethal chemicalsTo wrap the umbilical cords around my neckShit, Im pissin in the abdomenTwo and a half weeks old, already thoughts of stabbin menUnravelin plots and plans for thievin and shitImmune to the gospel, not believin in shitWhere the ***** do I go from here?Cuz when the afterbirth disperse its hard to persevereI swear I cant ***** with itShe hits about two packs of cigarettes a day and Im stuck with itThe asthmatic, internally scarred from crack addictsWho share needles outside in the rain on kraftmaticsAnd laugh at itI guess for them it seems funny but soonI be the nigga who kills for petty money presumeInside this temple of doom we throw the wombI bloom to be emitted in june, considered a coonLivin my life incomplete thoughOn the edge of destruction, invetroChorus (x2)Id rather not be bornThan to be scorned in this world of hateWhere life escape me and stick me like thornWild like child porn-ography, the autobi of the unbornVerse twoOvershadowed in darkness where curiosity is my lightFear it but very coherent that theres a fifty percent chance that I mightNot make it in spite of the fact, its my lifeAnd cant take it, knowin that Im losin this fightTo contradictionThe love with the hatred inviting frictionUmbilically inflicted, watchin my life go down like christionUnderstand mommy dearest is confused right nowBut my faith brings us through someway, somehowFrom now I vow to invest the livin, bow only to godThe cokes tokes and tell-lie-vision violence already got me scarredDisregard what the devil allowed on my setThis citys number one threat, huhBet I could probably run for mayor on some shit like that one dayOr get my hustle on, just like my dad, quiet as kept for the long stayFlow as a positive form to first stepI want some friends and a ill-ass *****in neighbourhood rep600 benz gooseneck with a nakamichi system in itGraduated from a rookie, rolled-up windows tintedDesire presented for ice cream, big wheels, local rented moviesFrom power rangers, lion king, toy story and gooniesBut the bomb, at least thats what I heardBeyond my 9 to 5s I write a dope rap songBut with your insides gone the vision is frailDreams cant set sailFrom all that unprotected sex and cold ballantyne alesOh well, I still prevail, God always has something in store for meOutside this hell, move onTorn in the eyes of allah, scorned when the dawn distortion uponMy abortion clinic visit in the mornChorus (x2)Id rather be born, shine as the true and livinSpawned to live this gift to the fullest, shit is onStill rethinkin my position until Im goneMission is to elevate mindGlisten, destined forever, weather the storm
