As if nothing else makes it make sense

I’m half of who I was when I was him

Don’t nothing like reflection make me stronger

Because being down and out what helped me feel

Calls fragmented made it hard to hear the world at all

Something bout the state of celebration got me stuck in awe

Scars and scratches on the arm match the lashes on the walls

When the feds kick in my door, they made a hole out of my home

So here we are 10,11, 12 swat and armored trucks with bright ideas

Blinds tore off the crib my mama yell while I walk in

It’s a sober feeling, slight appealing, pressure high

Loading contraband and toddlers inside stolen cars

It’s a common sense of pressure that done been applied

I’m accustomed to, to tell the truth it help me feel alive

It’s the rush of ***** up cause if we do that’s 3 to 5 or at best put in a system where they split up me and mines

That’s a cycle, because cobra had to deal with it too

Funny how frequencies tend to pass over and through

Funny how I only notice when **** going cool

That I’m uncomfortable unless I feel I’m stuck in that loop

As if nothing else makes it make sense

I’m half of who I was when I was him

Don’t nothing like reflection make us stronger

Because being down and out what helped me feel

Try not to harp upon what coulda been, my heart done bent all type of ways

Fact of matter I ain’t fond of arguing nowadays

Funny how the echoes of your shame can speak volumes to your pain

So let’s mention everything

Cause I had imposed and exposed a part my soul I couldn’t control

Mourning deeja heavy, every day felt like a toll

And I told her, I’m going through some s***

See this where the tale of ignorance and pride plus all that other s*** combines

The reason then and reason now don’t figure out the reason why?

As I ride from Baton Rouge, with nothing to lose and 65

Dollars left on my account, I never thought about the signs

See peace is such a motherf****, it’ll get ya right

Cause my head lay gainst the window of my 2nd ride tonight

And the baby 2 seats up can’t help but fuss and have to cry

So the driver get fed up and stop the bus turn on the lights

But this a break up, this the make up of a life

One in which I can’t control, nor condone, s*** is trife

And now I’m navigating, talk to chance he tell me take it light

The greyhound park inside the lot, then all them sparks begin to fly

Toss and turn off Lafayette, let’s not forget where I was raised

On the side of city where before they pray they get ya sprayed

So I got a wound, b**** do what b**** do

Then you add the aftermath of Cap, Khalil & those I lose

I’m not sure what’s up with you, least that’s what you gotta say

But I’m doing shadow work, dealing things I can’t explain

I still twitch inside my sleep at night, grit my teeth and reach for pipes

Ready for what never comes but that’s just when I keep it light

Pressure does a number on me, numb to n****, bros and homies

Lost so many my dependence on em waiver, say they love me

But I disagree, prolly out here dissing me

Really I can’t blame em though envy such silly thing

Feeling things, tryna work my way through worry, and in vain

Anything helps

So I roll through voicemails & get reminded who forever gone be there, if no one else