Blue As Sky/Rushing Backwards

I lost my breath on top them potent hills and caught an ocean Cut off my head, my heart was all I felt, I lost devotion To all my stress bout dollar bills, you cant buy time with motion I'm tryna train my heart to kill my 'blue as sky' emotions Forced to break and lost his drive like forest hill, just tired motions I seen some niggas dreams so dried out, shit can't heal with lotion Lose crucial peace and blow they minds out, aint no magic potion Now they can't breathe, but they can't cry now, was the pain that hopeless? Hope next chassis that holds yo soul lets you live out ambitions You had to leave, I pray and hope you found that new existence Reincarnation could be jokes, still needa mind yo business These thoughts I train is how i cope, I can't buy peace with riches The day my parents rest in peace, I'll bend my truths and lose my wish list I think I owe this all to you two; birthed the art they witness I have no right in tryna choose to whom world give out sickness So I find peace in my delusions when the world get vicious These words I wrote, I force them out my throat, so pay attention I flow like Lil Boat I mind the ores i row to pave ascension You seek peaceful freedoms on them sacred road they'll never mention I won't need yo teachings, I learn shit alone, I'll take detention . . . The media fucked yo standards up worse than beauty pageants Now your existence is just rehearsal, you live to practice Widen yo lens like you Stevie Erkel, get bigger glasses Rather you'd tell me 'it didn't work' not 'it couldn't happen' I think like half of my city too drugged to seek compassion I'm no exception I spent my youth burnin green to ashes I seek no measurement of funds, my pen don't breath to cash in Cause what i spit is what i love, it's none to do with talent How is that then I'll tell you about it; news weekly I scrimmaged with my craft and crossed the line the Luke Kuechly Won't ever run that back, I strive to let the truth teach me That truth is everlasting in my soul til youth leaves me Who could beat me, other than my future self, that's up for grabs True defeat is giving up them cards you're dealt, it's all you have If you concede yo reasoning, the art'll sell, with all attached I knew my peace was in my heart, so all is well, when all is bad If all is hell, then haul it back, don't wrap it up, like Russian Backwoods I had to learn to stop myself, instead of rushing backwards Now you exhausted, fear to fail, and so you always at work They view it soft to ask for help, but how tf does that work