Sicknature - Sunday Church (Audio) w/ lyrics ( Produced by Sicknature of the Snowgoons )

Listen on Spotify: Produced & written by Sicknature (of Snowgoons) Mixed & mastered by Femmar () Artwork by Martin Nebelong () Copyright 2018 Sicknature / Poetic Droid #sicknature #undergroundhiphop #snowgoons Lyrics: Verse 1 Before tour offers would hit the mail / Some of the friends would swim in powder, hit the scales / The same friends turned fake, shaking that tinkerbell / Me? I thank God that I could rip a mic and give them hell / Look, I was lost at sea in a paper boat / Looking for solid ground, eager to shape some hope / Created poems, that was my addiction, so I stayed at home / While so called friends were roaming the shaky roads / They showed their true stripes and quickly bailed / And they shipped themselves into a shipwreck tale / While this kid set sail, got away from f*ckers that were so toxic they could probably sh*t chemtrails / A carefree bunch of Goldilocks with hunger for bear meat / F*ck em, cause T Money was on that squared screen / Stayed near my VCR to watch all the rap heat when broken, started flowing, somehow that repaired me (I guess) Chorus: Some stay with their curse, I got away from the hurt, made my lane and got great at taping a verse / What I say is in a way I was purged cause Yo MTV Raps every Sunday was my church (Yeah) Verse 2 Before tour offers would hit the mail / My old man found a bottle, thought it would wish him well / He is still serving life inside a glassy prison cell / Me? I thank God that I could rip a mic and give them hell / Yo! MTV Raps provided the nasty rhythims / Inspired, the fire was burning, I felt a transition / From being sloppy to being mad driven / Till I heard that demons gave my pops another alcohol baptism / I lost creative transmission plus I was terrified that the same demons would reside inside my messy mind / When times are tough that sh*t is verified / But not jeopardizing this music is where the treasure lies / My pops will probably never take the trip to get clean / And the demons will never stop their whisper to me / But lucky me, I was presented a dream / What if Dr Dre & Ed Lover had never been on that screen (I guess that) (Chorus)