Poetry

It's getting hard to choose me

Yea

Feeling like I lose me

Yea

Just my soul

Just my soul

Hmmmm

It's getting hard to choose me

Yea

Feeling like I lose me

Yea

Just my soul

Just my soul

Yea

Long nights and these faded dreams

Martin Luther King what these voices sing

Looking in the mirror don't know what it means

I just hoping that I'm on to better scenes

Yea

Wondering how long it lasts

Drowning in this emotion when I slip this flask

Hard to show myself why I where this mask

Never hit the brakes when I'm on the gas

Sever ties from the rope I hang on this family tree

I'm just hoping that my children are a better me

I'm just trynna stay a float and hope that I see

That the grass is always greener on lawns that you treat

Yea

So beware my ****

Know it's lion shares my ****

Know just in the end you the only one you fear my ****

So take care my ****

Yea

We from the bottom we was praying up for better days

I lost some on the way but still got dogs who never stray

I got some homies in the cloud just like the weather change

But like a diamond in the rough look what the pressure made

Yea

I'm used to less so we don't flex the same

Way too blessed they don't get the game

Yea

I'm way too blessed aye

All that shit really a test pray

I never break cause way too many lay to rest aye

Yea

That's how it go

The road to riches some won't get to see the gold

I know some folks who missing souls they were sold

I love the paper just like you but I won't fold

I love the paper just like you but I won't fold

Yea

I love the paper just like you but I won't fold

I love the paper just like you but I won't fold

I love the paper just like you but I won't fold

I love the paper just like you but I won't fold

I love the paper just like you but I won't fold