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Unsaid Things Video (MV)




Performed By: CW Allen
Length: 3:03
Written by: CW Allen jr




CW Allen - Unsaid Things Lyrics




Feeling so good I can't even front
Been locked for a minute, but I got the bars up
Young rocket with a beard, bound to catch em off guard
Young boy from the land, check the stats on the card
12 years in my lane and my back ain't to the basket
Just started dunking, prime been bussing
Hooks are like shots cause they getting more clutch and, lines in the pocket, in the pocket no linen
Uh, I'm so geared for the grind
Built for the time, on mission in mind
I believe that Jesus is God, no doubt about it
And tryin to put my trust in the ghost no st.patrick
Man, I got some power for the operation
And even though my work legit, investigation
My heart been broken, innocents stolen
Uncolonized forward with the motion
I wanna be Luke Cage with my hoodie in here
But feeling like Trayvon every minute they stare
Ain't a Chaplin on a slave ship keep the idol worship
NRA fighter-ship, and Love is dead modern tip
Uh, getting snug in this underground
I know the Industry and that it a let you down
Uh, Once yo relevance through then its on to number two
I don't wanna see you fool
Rolling with open palms locticianing thru
And keep a tight circle with the faithful of few

I Love Christian rap, and all that it's been
But if I'm honest aint been feeling when I'm listening in
A lot of the music is feeling trite, adulting is getting is light
Whoever fly the heightist jacking another's flight
I accepted the call, but the politics played
If I'm lacking co-sign records won't get played
If the music ain't fluffy then I won't get booked
And circles seem small when ya hue look cooked
Uh, Peter Pan, I know that my shadow coming
Elm street dreams I hear the claws strumming
Only so long before you figure ya niche
I gave my twenty's to the motions now I'm making a switch
You can keep ya boxes, I'm boxing of it
Jumping over it, homie I'm cross fit
And respect to OGs and trail that you blazed
But if rapping ain't ya passion please don't jump on the wave
It's a new day and the stage been set
The harvest is plentiful now it's time to collect
The harvest is plentiful now it's time to collect
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Feeling so good I can't even front
Been locked for a minute, but I got the bars up
Young rocket with a beard, bound to catch em off guard
Young boy from the land, check the stats on the card
12 years in my lane and my back ain't to the basket
Just started dunking, prime been bussing
Hooks are like shots cause they getting more clutch and, lines in the pocket, in the pocket no linen
Uh, I'm so geared for the grind
Built for the time, on mission in mind
I believe that Jesus is God, no doubt about it
And tryin to put my trust in the ghost no st.patrick
Man, I got some power for the operation
And even though my work legit, investigation
My heart been broken, innocents stolen
Uncolonized forward with the motion
I wanna be Luke Cage with my hoodie in here
But feeling like Trayvon every minute they stare
Ain't a Chaplin on a slave ship keep the idol worship
NRA fighter-ship, and Love is dead modern tip
Uh, getting snug in this underground
I know the Industry and that it a let you down
Uh, Once yo relevance through then its on to number two
I don't wanna see you fool
Rolling with open palms locticianing thru
And keep a tight circle with the faithful of few

I Love Christian rap, and all that it's been
But if I'm honest aint been feeling when I'm listening in
A lot of the music is feeling trite, adulting is getting is light
Whoever fly the heightist jacking another's flight
I accepted the call, but the politics played
If I'm lacking co-sign records won't get played
If the music ain't fluffy then I won't get booked
And circles seem small when ya hue look cooked
Uh, Peter Pan, I know that my shadow coming
Elm street dreams I hear the claws strumming
Only so long before you figure ya niche
I gave my twenty's to the motions now I'm making a switch
You can keep ya boxes, I'm boxing of it
Jumping over it, homie I'm cross fit
And respect to OGs and trail that you blazed
But if rapping ain't ya passion please don't jump on the wave
It's a new day and the stage been set
The harvest is plentiful now it's time to collect
The harvest is plentiful now it's time to collect
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Writer: CW Allen jr
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