Dec 2021
As I watch the rain drops, it's just the angels, throwing me props,
Tell me not to stop, grind baby, do what ya gotta do, I stay in my visual,
Crucial, conflict against these haters that love to see you hit,
Then at the same time, crying when they see you laying in a casket,
Cold and lonely, but at least Ill die with my clothes as my crony,
Nakedness been exposed, since the world's been unclothed,
Why bother, learning philosophy of the apple tree, you see,
It's been corrupted since the craws of humanity,
My pops didn't make a man of me, so I embraced the **** life mentality,
But now, that I got a baby, I ain't even got to spin a Mercedes,
Its crazy, how memories fade me, I used to let that **** bless me,
But it only seems, to attract more enemies, leaching for your energy,
Let my eternal candle light, outwit and write, all these critics in a bite,
Like termites, but ain't no soft wood, watch for 304s, walking the hoods,
Get it understood, I never understood, the joys and praises of the hood,
I rather learn, money and power, watch the land cruise, and get showered,
With reign, no stress across the brain, me and my girl,
Yeah she doing her thang, even though my son's young, he still got businesses in his name,
Life's predicted, heavenly tapes been scripted,
See how I get these souls lifted, black young and gifted,
Watch these words get you shifted, like gun plays in the alley ways,
Fires a blaze, last words mumbled with no says,
No more brighter days, now let the winter, settle in, for ya final nesting,
At the gates, getting questioned,
By Saint Peter or Paul, either way you standin' all appalled,
See me at the throne, next to the gods, seraphim to the oraphims,
Eyes on the wheel, six wings made me a deal, holy of holies,
Put on this earth as a burden see, let my thoughts free, into the seas,
So comfy, when I see nature around me, talks of wind, through the trees,
Catching the voices in a breeze,
Most folks ignore the bees, buzzing in they ear, hear me out clear,
Angels didn't give me fear, I just cut off my weakest ear,
Got the Van Gogh effect, can't stand the way, that society rejects,
Those who's indifferent, bring deliverance, through holy reverence,
Divine is my only reference, I'm use to the ****** and suspense,
Since the news is broke, you see how the money's spent,
Everyday they wasteway, with new forms of negativity to display,
Tell me not to stop, grind baby, do what ya gotta do, I stay in my visual,
Crucial, conflict against these haters that love to see you hit,
Then at the same time, crying when they see you laying in a casket,
Cold and lonely, but at least Ill die with my clothes as my crony,
Nakedness been exposed, since the world's been unclothed,
Why bother, learning philosophy of the apple tree, you see,
It's been corrupted since the craws of humanity,
My pops didn't make a man of me, so I embraced the **** life mentality,
But now, that I got a baby, I ain't even got to spin a Mercedes,
Its crazy, how memories fade me, I used to let that **** bless me,
But it only seems, to attract more enemies, leaching for your energy,
Let my eternal candle light, outwit and write, all these critics in a bite,
Like termites, but ain't no soft wood, watch for 304s, walking the hoods,
Get it understood, I never understood, the joys and praises of the hood,
I rather learn, money and power, watch the land cruise, and get showered,
With reign, no stress across the brain, me and my girl,
Yeah she doing her thang, even though my son's young, he still got businesses in his name,
Life's predicted, heavenly tapes been scripted,
See how I get these souls lifted, black young and gifted,
Watch these words get you shifted, like gun plays in the alley ways,
Fires a blaze, last words mumbled with no says,
No more brighter days, now let the winter, settle in, for ya final nesting,
At the gates, getting questioned,
By Saint Peter or Paul, either way you standin' all appalled,
See me at the throne, next to the gods, seraphim to the oraphims,
Eyes on the wheel, six wings made me a deal, holy of holies,
Put on this earth as a burden see, let my thoughts free, into the seas,
So comfy, when I see nature around me, talks of wind, through the trees,
Catching the voices in a breeze,
Most folks ignore the bees, buzzing in they ear, hear me out clear,
Angels didn't give me fear, I just cut off my weakest ear,
Got the Van Gogh effect, can't stand the way, that society rejects,
Those who's indifferent, bring deliverance, through holy reverence,
Divine is my only reference, I'm use to the ****** and suspense,
Since the news is broke, you see how the money's spent,
Everyday they wasteway, with new forms of negativity to display,
