My Own Nation Songtext
von Doomtree

I mean it, I live it
Find a niche and then run with it
Walk on the wing don′t flinch at the wind
Even when that plane is tailspinning
Believe that when I leave I'm going to leave grinning, gritty
City different, singing like a spinning prop—stop, back to the beginning Those Airwalks were no paradox, pushed my Powell past the Band Box told my momma being landlocked on this blacktop was just not me
I never cared what gravity planned, I had my own design on a renegade thought
I escaped and I found me a clan but didn′t get away clean, I took a couple shots
I've been beat down but I smile like it's my world, my wild life
I′m in flight, I′m sound bites and that's my science applied right
And I live like fuck it, those rules are fake and they don′t apply
I'm going to shine until death unplugs it
I′m going to hang my letters in the sky
(Mike)
It's the guilt of gold teeth, king shit
Lord of the Fly, EXU
Brillo, boppers, helicopters
Hella choppers, hello coppers
Robbers got the jump say how high
Suspended animation casting shadows over the sun blind


From the light coming in from the outside
Grip the ground with both feet, hold tight
Kiss the pound or the fists will fight
Feast or famine, at least the beast is rabid
Increase the peace or cease the madness
Each is own but you eat the bone
The meat alone could bleed a stone
Catch a 2 Piece or a Junior Spesh in my element way out my zone
Pro rate the program, slap pros
Pop em off propane huff boy Space Cadillac
Auralac gutter punk class voyeur, Chef Boyar do tha deed for ya
Oye loco, bring the Coco Chanel covered in Soco
Cattle brand you a logo
()
And I fly a flag of my creation
I got my own nation / I′m in my own nation
I'm in my own
And we go for broke, no hesitation
What we want we take it
While they out there waiting
We on our own
(Dessa)
Bang for the buck—venison
Clean shot and a little luck, fed again
Don't take much
Off grid, off crutch
Let the wolves eat what the kids won′t touch
And I sweep my tracks behind me
Take only what we earn
Better hope they can′t find me
Learn real quick real witch won't burn
(Stef)
I been gone
I been out there out here grinnin
Been fuckin with the lights on
I been killing that I′m not livin that bullshit shit for years, bruh
We don't even live here, bruh
I be leavin with the wind
I believe in getting in where the fuck you want
Whether you fit or you build, bruh
Motherfuck wait
Giddyup or give it up or whatever
Just gotta fill up the plate
More than keep up the pace
Gotta kill up the race