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mr. groove – too late for me lyrics

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verse one:
i’m trying hard to quell all these evil thoughts
the infernos quick to rage at the slightest spark
if dramas on the screen play then actions on the mark
quick to call my shot swing and take it out the park
like a savage i’m beastin’ trying to define the meaning
on these sins i stay feastin’ ‘nother families grieving
ask me for the meaning well i really can’t say
i’m trying to level up this game that i’m driven to play
this is all i know on the set i’m raring to go
i’m trying to be thе nights king icy from head to toe
back and forth blow for blow that’s just how it is
watch the slidе move back and forth just to blow another lid
zero f+cks to give the pressure on my heads systemic
the demons in my dreams are showin’ vivid
and i’m just trying to make it to the finish line unscathed
but they lockin’ my grid obstacles impeding my way
hook:
they promised me heaven but this h+ll is ever present
close my eyes and the dreams are never pleasant
howling underneath the crescent moon i see blood in the field
spin the block on the ops until death is revealed
i know that i’m here playing with borrowed time
and the debt can come due at anytime
but when the blind is leading the blind the destination stays concealed
i think it’s too late for me kneel (and that’s real)

verse two:
i keep this mask on so the world can’t see my pain
my mental’s loosing stability underneath the strain
but when you reach the roads end it’s too late to change lanes
when your sh+lls shocked you can’t resp+wn or reset the game
see what they told me was live for the moment
when your married to this game no divorce or annulment
till death do ya part n+gga you do your part
on the k!lling fields waging war like bonaparte (napoleon)
mind still playing tricks on this ghetto boy be as it may
are you the hunter or the prey that depends on the day
hoodie pulled over my cowl i’m just like the reaper
until i glanced over my shoulder to see the reaper
now i’m on the concrete spilling out my contents
my mother’s screaming out but all i hear is silence
casted my lot with violence trying to be the best
blank stare on my face no longer drawing breath (flatline)
hook:
they promised me heaven but this h+ll is ever present
close my eyes and the dreams are never pleasant
howling underneath the crescent moon i see blood in the field
spin the block on the ops until death is revealed
i know that i’m here playing with borrowed time
and the debt can come due at anytime
but when the blind is leading the blind the destination stays concealed

i think it’s too late for me kneel (and that’s real)
i think it’s too late for me kneel (and that’s