Yeah it’s thompson
Often referred as problem
The monster making other young mothers choose foster
No care being taken
Third eye ain’t awaken
Give it a roast
Pulling harder just like i’m baking
Stop shaking a minute
I ain’t braking no limit
When i see a cool cloud then i’m glad that i hit it
My actions needing permission
It happens to have gone missing
My tolerance is permitting
Me sinking in where i’m sitting
Third eye staying closed
Not knowing where i am going
Indecision is prominent
And fear it is clearly showing
And growing
But am i groaning
I’m floating
All i’m tryna do is see the beauty in the moment
No focus
No direction
New perspective
I am testing
What i’ve invested
And that’s the message
I’m tryna live and learn
From the mistakes of my past
But the days are moving so fast
And i’m coming up last
Yeah it’s thompson
Often referred as problem
The man moving mad making many act softer
The man making many men mind their own daughters
My mind making mad moves making me slaughter
The beat, the mix
It’s all getting killed
Everything I do is in pursuit of living chill
I calm my mind
But in due time
My crime shall shine
With No hope
And no rhythm and rhyme
I’m all fine
Until i chime in
I’ve been lying
I’m here for a good one not a long time
The ego is up
It well and alive
Only thing I can I think of
That’s in a nosedive
I’ve learned one thing
To give up what I’m hoping
But I’m just a book
I’m sitting wide open
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