Drink a lot smoke a lot smoke
And I won't stop till a nigga see polka dots
Tryna Drown my sober thoughts
Work a lot
Whether I'm at work or not
Neighbors can't tell if a nigga sell work or not
Round the clock I stir the wok
But ain't nobody grab no wheel
Nobody really give a damn how a man gon feel
Trappin out the bando still
Still real broke after paying yo bills
Clip full of ammo, Rambo
No matter who i gotta kill i missin no meal
How does it feel
Inner D'Angelo calling me
Focussing more on the thrill
I have been feeling surreal
Like kinda Conflicted I tell
Most of the times I feel locked,
Nobody paying my bail
Money tree I can smell
Burning my hand, black skin
Looking pale,
The drought is fo real
No desire to kill for my food, let me chill
Where is the end?
Is it far away
Is it where Ive been?
Done looking back
Imma just call it a day
Too much to think about
Too much to talk about
Things are not easy to say
Only if I drown myself in liquor
Thoughts levitate
Getting emotional
Things are Negotiable
Standard is staying this way
I'm higher than cavanal hill, for real
Right now these tendrils look chill
Forget these "Hard to swallow pills"
If life won't get you, I swear, love will
If love won't get you, your ego will
Matter of fact, only time will tell
Only time will tell
Only time will tell
Matter of fact...
Flesh light and stars
Scream each new dawn
From gentle lips
Grown to punctuations
Against the flowers of the world
The face sings, alone
At the top of the body
All flesh, all song aligned
Listen
The body is a device
To calculate
The astronomy
The astrology
Of the soul spirit
Know your body
Nurture it
And help it to grow
Breath in
Breath out
Smile from
Time to time
Getting in line with
The horizon line The sun falling in
A distant sky
Here are stars for the force
Of your nature..
Rise of tides
Storms..
Sun light bright.