This my final calling
I hope the greats
They raise their flags so then they know I’m coming
My foster brother he been locked and yo I only wrote him
Still ain’t call him
Guess I’m fearing the chains that they had fixed to hold him
We got curses I be tryna lift em
I got verses I be tryna gift them
We are not the same I got a different vision
We are not the same I’m on a different mission
Competition
Don’t know what you going for I don’t get it
Parеnts they ain’t have a pit to piss in
Small village On a small island
Earthquake then the body pilin
Cousins there and they never found em
Imagine CNN showing Haiti
January we was going crazy
Ahhhhh
2010
Another year
No not again
All my fears
Lord not again
Take a loss if you wanna in
Just a toss and you in the pen
Ducking shots so you throw again
f#ck around you could flip a Benz
Turning dreams just to see it end
I think we all doomed
You got us trapped up in a trap and you ain’t make no room
It got us bankin on ourselves you know that cash rules
You know we blast tools then scribble tattoos that read scriptures too
These the pieces that’s gon make me whole
This the entrance that’s gon send me home
I’ve had depression that I’ve never shown
I’m only stronger if I make it known
We carry burdens when we carry bodies
I know we cursed I feel it all around me
I’m tryna find balance for that balance find me
I’m tryna find myself before that n#gg# find me
Uh uh you got a lot on your mind
I said Young black boy, you got a lot on your mind
I said Young black boy, you got a lot on your mind
I said Young black boy, you got a lot on your mind
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