Vanowen - Moodie Black

Out between fulton and woodman

I’m a nigga but browning and blackened

I arrest like I know what I’m doing

I’m the left gangster rapper in ruins

Influenced by vultures that bred in the western

Im a arrow pulled out where your chest hurt

Wether paris or back with the terrorist

The last run took a bite of my family

One perished

I’m nervous as fuck where my life is

Been another bad human I’m hiding

I was able to fly in the palm trees

I made into weapons I’m barely surviving

Bitch

I’m like way beyond static and kanye

I’ve been doing this noise like its my way

Out of LA IM Bumming your plastic

All my stress on the dirt is in asterisks

Coming to Cali No worries

Though my people in shambles I’m mourning

I resemble a tearing new people appearing

I’m waking at 4 in the mornings

There’s no way I’m bound to be left out

Warhol

Promises

I knew where the road was

And I knew where my tribe is I was like

(P. Mottron)

Not to tarry, for your face

Not to tarry, for your body

Will not last