Times rollin can I get a grip on it sick of this anxiety keeping me alone to think

Minds always thinkin in the crib fuck it we can get outside and get away the way its suppose to be

Walk through the woods and all the valleys I'm passin by the flowers that formin so you know its spring

Drop of the motha fuckin grid get away from this society that they ain't never gonna leave

Ride by with my hoodie up bumpin shit don't five a fuck if somebody gonna notice me

While you fuckas goin to your job I been tryna heal my mind and my soul through this poetry

Fucked up back when I was young no one thought that I would make my own lane but I told you G

Tryna do this shit the way I want but for now I'll probly kick it on my own where the forest be