sometimes i start complaining b4 i say my prayers, hop up out my bed & remove the layers, these natural flavors, coat my mind, kaleidoscope my grind, got me out here all the time, feels like i’m wasting time,
i know it’s hard to see me,
it’s so dark outside
somewhat impossible to feel me
even though i’m by your side,
memories that won’t ever leave me,
i hope you’re still thinking of me
i was your slave, before you freed me, but now we’re scattered in time.
just another ghost to you,
living on through these rhymes…
breaking through society’s canopy’
hanging on to this little light inside of me”
i got this hot fiyahh’ on me…
it’s so hot, on my block.
I feel your ways rubbing off on me…could you please stop?!
just tryna’ stay shaded under this tree yeah, yeah,
& be one with the breezee, it’s all I can feel,