Drink a lot smoke a lot smoke And I wont stop till a nigga see polka dots Tryna Drown my sober thoughts Work a lot Whether Im at work or not Neighbors cant tell if a nigga sell work or not Round the clock I stir the wok But aint 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 DAngelo 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
Im higher than cavanal hill for real
Right now these tendrils look chill
Forget these Hard to swallow pills
If life wont get you I swear love will
If love wont 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
