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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…

Spoken Word / Outro:

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.