[Verse 1: SiDAKA]

An abundance of many problems to savor

Got thoughts drenching in prayers

Double back and repay with

Reasons why I’m entitled to care for you and your safety

Like cowardly dog but lately I’m smoking good living care free, I love it

Missing buttons this wrinkle tee like a single

This value can’t match what’s in you

I never meant to offend you, my grind will always Continue

How many signs can you keep counting till you know that I’m yours

I guess you’ll know when you know

Mind and soul aligned, she crave the way that it shows

It's stinging like it’s Ali, this ego strong But you don’t

Know what it caused me but I’m just glad that you Showed

These little kinks like a coat

We keep it chill when’s it’s cold

My niggas know where I’m from

This not a 9 this a tote

We gotta take what they stole

I raise the hope not a post

This not Sample it’s cloud

Keep as honest as I should when niggas Dogging the pound

I been over this

Reflecting through a puddle of endless nights of my sentences

Rally up the horses I know the truth I hear limitless

[Verse 2: J Wade]

Make arrangements contagious

Leave you in amazement like the work of Daedalus

Stain him wit

Propaganda

Wounds grievous

Egregiously false pretenses breeding the image

Limits I cast to the wind and put everything in my endeavors

Pull these levers in the proper order

Or you get sprayed with poison

I rejoice in the progress that I'm making

Though I could not save it

Though you can't replace it

I tighten laces and walk until my lower body can't hold my weight and then I’ve made it almost halfway there

Playin' fair never got me nowhere but looked over

Part of gettin' older

I got cold enough to knock the wind outta the whistle blower

Unknown to the public

But plot in conjunction

To manipulating the faces they receive

I dig deep and retreat into my happy place

And scribble away

Bribe a lifer to decipher the motives

Countin' every rep

Can't be countin' on success unless you account for the failure of some of the components

To her it’s but a song

Alas I chug along

Well oiled

Palms to the soil

I still stand up

Don't care what you read about

If I’m bleeding out

Not a soul I would take a helping hand from