Scattered Thoughts - August Moor, D. Charles

It’s 3AM, they say that its

The devils hour, well he a

Coward the Lord got me protected

I tried a preacher, ma I think

I need the reverend, cause

The streets is hell, and

If you die out there I

Pray we go to heaven, I

Was a young man selling

Weed out a barber shop

After minor charges were dropped

Shh I was bownd to stop

Never sold crack, except

The words that came out

My mouth, stayed on the block

I didn’t run in the house

A closed mouth don’t get fed

And loose lips, make you a

Dead man, and a open mouth is only good for head

Nappy boy just tryna grow some dreads

Deployed to Chi-raq, to be exact we call it southghanistan

We never dropped bombs, but shot young men

I thank God i was a missed Target

Yeah i said, we never dropped bombs but shot young men

I thank God I was a missed target, just tryna be the best artist

Saying

Nah nah.

x12

It’s just a bunch of scattered thoughts… x3

I lost my mind, I lost my mind.

My bars are heavy, I spit a fucking

Life sentence, open up my soul

And make the whole world

An eye witness, God giving

Flow like a nigga fucking write scriptures

My styles a work of art, I’m working hard to find the right mixtures

And paint the right pictures, i’m taking all requests

Flow heavy do it right, and drown these rappers all to death

Until i’m all thats left, that’s all I think about

A new wave coming, you’d think they’ll get the anchors out

Flowing how I want to, I could flood a ship, and sink your house

Before you stepping in my way, turn around and think it out

On the road to ritches, they say stop the rap

And change the route, but no worries

We straight, im working all the angles out

Ohh whoah

Ohh yeah

It’s just a bunch of scattered thoughts

Oohh nah, nah… repeats