Hey, listen up, hey, listen up

I can't be happy if I ain't fine with what life brought

Remain positive so life's not flawed, hold to God

Probably naive cause young, thoughts time hasn’t taught

Don't know if I write raps or songs, pure gold or bronze poems

Don’t overthink it

We just keep it Ras ‘cause we can't pause

Breaking laws as they keep me peon

Not a weekend loss that we can't toss

Seeking cause that keeps me going

Lion king I’ll show’em, king author with a spade upon a stone

Developing coherent strings of strong stings

In these fields of gold interesting souls are cold

Run through bills like hills, no control

Man, I’m close to fold

Tears then crawl, call my father to cope

Don't want to cause no stress, rather poor hope

The chess game in my head causes chest pain, I'm anxious

Material affects my stances and stanzas cleanse so I'm sane

The chess game in my head causes chest pain, I'm anxious

Material affects my stances and stanzas cleanse so I'm sane

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[voicenote // friend] 18/10/2018

Caillou estoy con Soto oyendo tus canciones. Y me gusto What can’t be said y Carnival

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Over days and weeks and a lot of spliffs learned to not complain

Each man faces its demons at certain dates

Perception pivoted when acid inserted at incertain rates

Saw new shapes and felt like a movie

My emotions might fake although life’s great

Shook while grooving, trying to proof that I can improve me

Write my own story, take the trolley with Dean

And truly redeem all the mundane like a coupon machine

Saw Charlie when sheen and I was his harper

Cupid showed me where I’d be if I leap this esteem, so I ponder

Many try to match, turned to steam, pleasure comes a with catch

It's better to detach and detox from these locks before you’re latched

Spreading like pox, must balance my universe threading beliefs

Before I know it I’ll be in my 40's, so I got no rush

Hanging with shortys, going to parties

Like 4:20, like 12:40

17, in love with Kush

Hanging with shortys, going to parties

Like 4:20, like 12:40

17, in love with Kush

The chess game in my head causes chest pain, I'm anxious

Material affects my stances and stanzas reflect unconxious

(Ayo, you heard?

Nanana, fucked me up)