[Intro]
Trying to to stay safe
Trying to brace my soul
The place got cold
My face got old
Living the type of fables that Aesop told
[Hook]
God bless the child that can hold his own
But I, ain't the child that can hold his own
Ooh child I'll be holding on
Trying to smile but my road is long
[Verse 1]
Fuck it, I'm frustrated
Like I was once slated for greatness
The sun faded, my faith is the one fated
That rain is fickle ain't it
My pain, nickel plated
Remains guns blazing
My brain is the one haven I have
A dumb statement I laugh
A young slave to the wrath of the crumbs laid in my path
Now my belly is full
A rebellious fool
Selling myself a sense of self became the deadliest tool
My plans giving me doubt
I can't figure me out
There's a man digging me outta my grave like "Nigga, we out"
I slapped his hand to dig deeper
Greeted the grim reaper
Fraternized with the crypt keeper
Lit a stiff spliff then I sniffed ether
I felt dizzy 'til misery left me
Visibly gets me in the mood for Dizzy Gillespie
Blowing a trumpet from a treetop, that bebop
My plots too thick to let my seed drop
And I ain't talking weed crop
Thieves spotted my weakness by eavesdropping
So peep this but please caution
My knees, they freeze often
My mind invested pride
My hearts a nest that died
Lily pads in a shark infested tide
I put my stress aside, leaping in faith
What an infectious ride
Once the vibe died
All I had left was regrets inside
Level of debts greet my pockets with tourettes
So obnoxious with these threats
Many projects to address
Best case scenario, turn a profit with the press
Then broadcast the life
Ain't a box of chocolates, I confess
A box of chess pieces
Adopted a fresh thesis
They doctored the flesh of Jesus in these illustrations
A true set of blue eyes
Blonde hair and blue skies
To empathize with a nigga who never grew wise
I act my shoe size but still remain soulful
Cannot complain if I can still remain soulful
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I tried to be a good nigga
But fuck it I stood quicker
By dipping the cross I carried inside of a wood chipper
Sniffing the sawdust like lines of yayo
Sits on my brain like a halo
Bay bro moshed in my rainbow
Used to get riled up
Gotta switch my style up
And gallop until the sun set
It's pleasing to my palette
What am I living for
Cause I ain't living, lord
If knowledge is wealth, then damn, I've been living poor
To be completely frank
I fell so far that I should deeply thank
Those that kept it discreet, cause indeed he sank
Without an anchor my angst
Was ankle weight for my pace for producing these tapes
Strictly based on the shit that I faced
My ink was linked to my peace
I'm on the brink of relinquishing sheets of loose leaf
That speak to my peeps
Holla if you hear me
And drop a dollar if you're near me
We gon' tie it to the church of us sinners
Cause God I'm weary