Lotus lyrics - Ces Cru

CES CRU music coming up out your speaker 

the devils in the mirror prayin to God scrubbing his features 

he came a hell of the way battling squads murdering features, 

in the way that he's been doing it makes it hard for niggas to keep her, 

they might be local for ever but tech swooped em, 

for murderin everything in the middie Duke Nukem. 

these suckers, throwin caution oto wind we might slaughter. 

but just to set it off once again, be like water 

don't focus on the finger, miss all heavenly glory 

those rounds are fucking recycled no wonder you niggas bore me, pour me, 

sucking me dry and my energy can't stop, 

weave deversify the label, they lablein strange HOT!! 

my angels preyin the demons, I'm wavein that's why I'm leanin 

chug up a cup of blood now its somthing to put the lean-(syrup) in

meanin I'm whilen and out for the night 

and I'm writing likeing it like it or not I'm right in the light and I'm likeing it

fighting em like a lykin 

if I try then I might win 

parasail them parel in soon as I catch the right wind 

But to be one of the greatest it's to be hated 

took a look around the room and it feels like I finally made it, 

We graduated from the block with the full ride 

cover the country side to the stage where we don't play games, 

now come alive, shut my eyes, thinking, what if we never make it 

all of the years that we invested or wasted

let's coming up close, I can see, told me to look but I don't touch 

told me to touch but don't taste, 

I've been starving for years, homie you're stuffing your face, 

rather I work like a slave, then to be stuck in no place 

and seein nothing no way, I'm freeing up my soul, 

came with all my chakras aligned, 

how could they possibly think I be falling off in my prime 

strange gave me my shot, I saught it off for the nine, 

patiently waiting my turn and you knoded off in the line, 

homie, they you're calling your number, during your slumber I shine, 

snatch it up what's it's mine 

that class that come from behind when 

I'm catching that high wind, my weapon is silent 

you can hear what I'm thinking inside this deafening silence 

two hands on the clock, 

never forget what the time is, 

meditation affect and perception under my eye lids, 

I'm sitting in lotus I'm focus, no stagger in my steps, 

taking the shot at my body and best they tatted my vest 

nobody snatching my breath, 

they only adding my stress, stress 

padding my flesh, a lesson I have to accept,

shit happens I guess, click clack when I crept, 

now seat back and ingest constant energy struggles and this track was a test.