Check out my new song! Thanks for listening! http://m.soundcloud.com/gbanks95/prince-to-a-king
Situation critical.. Terminology literal.. Made a difference too minimal.. Spare the guilty subliminal.. Threw dirt on me, was criminal.. I said they threw dirt on me, was criminal.. I got 99 problems, well you can do the math.. When people chase that greener grass all you can do laugh.. This city pollution has me in a paranoid state.. The gossip column is active, won’t let the rumors penetrate.. I hear the peanut gallery, half friends, half acquaintances.. I won’t meet them alone, God & my shadow I’m adjacent with.. The truth is vacant kid, well tell Unk to walk it out.. Thought face to was common place, that’s not what they’re about.. Cause when I turn my back, that’s when they run their mouth.. Would you turn around if you thought you heard your name? Love me, or hate me all the smiles look the same.. The blind lead the blind, game recognize game.. #IDiedLaughing #IThinkYallForgot #LDENT #ElBancos
Father.. Yes son? Why are we so primitive? Why do we allow our progression to be so limited? Why are we defined by our possessions? Owned by our obsessions? Why are we comfortable with being products of our environment? Why is being responsible an unattractive option, and no longer a requirement? Who changed the definition of real? Why are fathers less likely to provide for their kids than they are to grab a gun, and to kill? Father.. Is that what being real is? Why do we take pride in our ignorance? If knowledge is our homeland, why do we flee from it like immigrants? Why do we look at others, and only see the differences? Why do we give credence to predictions of when the world will end, then create enough nuclear bombs to finish it?
Why do we get love from strangers, and hate from acquaintances.. Why is apathy kind, but impervious to those you’re adjacent with? And father, why do the good die young? TELL ME WHY, AND HOW COME! Well son.. That’s just the way it is..
Hand over heart, pledge allegiance to freedom- But can’t seem to conquer this legion of inner demons- Sure, tell a joke I laugh, but the echo doesn’t last when you can’t let go of the past, It’s like driving blindfolded, and expecting not to crash- Think about the lives you’re endangering- A hundred miles a hour while you day dream- As odd as it may seem- Playing Russian roulette with satan with your name engraved on the bullet casing- Point to temple, pull trigger, forgot to take the gun off of safety- Reality is home, but will I make it back safely- Patiently, sat in purgatory it started making sense- Why the grass always looks greener when looking over the fence- Formerly dormant let the judgement commence- A million years of torment into a lifetime tragically condensed- Every avenue a cross road, thinking this preposterous- Losing control if only my mind had an off switch- Calculator couldn’t count my losses because the amount of pain was hidden below the surface like a Lochness- sin is crime living lawless- perfected with time isn’t flawless- sang mercy but it was off pitch- nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah…. El Bancos
Me and my cousin dropped of new vid on YouTube.. A remix of Drake’s Doing It Wrong. I hope you like it!! http://m.youtube.com/watch?feature=m-ch-vid&v=JI2hY5ic6Yo
Infected by reality bites.. Open wounds create such a primitive site.. Revelation looms, I give it a night.. Awaken by epiphanies, I give it a week.. Patience was injected, but given a peak.. The love grew silent, I lost my ability to hear.. Abandonment breed apathy, lost my ability to fear.. They won’t like this, I sense the spitefulness is near.. Received the RSVP, but the truth didn’t adhere.. Painted a picture of my reflection, the outcome distorted.. Because honesty was held for ransom, and I couldn’t afford it..