Crowbars - Rome Clientel, C-Minor

I don’t mean to pry I gotta ask where is your soul

The bottom of your feet stuck inside of a hole/

Diggin trenches we ain’t got time for those

I’m goin in I hope the cover fire comes in droves/

So I can collect these 3 fishes and 5 loaves

So I can feed my family, thats word on Christ & my soul/

Survival is all that matters, topics I up and shatter

I hear all the talk and it all just sounds like chatter/

I shatter jaws when they hit the floor

They ask me what I want and why I do it for/

I want more than what you was offering dude

You dealin trinkets if you think Its for residuals fool/

I want what can’t be bought, borrowed or sold

Peace of mind and time to heat up a world gone cold/

And in the end I ain’t gotta have all the riches

You can keep your coins homie, change is my mission/

I ain’t gotta lie, I’m just giving you what I was told

Be yourself and get your dreams, stay humble and flow/

And when you blow don’t stop take it and go

These crowbars, go hard, get them locks off your soul/

I don’t mean to pry, I gotta ask where is your soul

So I can pry off the locks that pockets control/

Separate the lies and the truths that we are told

Im placing all the chips in God to make me a mold/

Of a better me, hypothetically a different pedigree

Than these pinschers, and pits that ran ahead of me/

I’m set to see excessively more lives in the mix

Stir the pot and catch the plot if you getting my drift/

And that’s just the start

Rip through your chest just to get to the heart/

Of where we are and how we got here

All I’m sayin is or relayin is the shit is overkill/

Cuz niggas rather pop stills than bars

I ain’t gotta talk bout the goods, the music speaks for ours/

That’s the way it should be at all times

Stop talkin bout your business and let it speak thru your lines/