all night i been sittin, thinking about tomorra. organizing my thoughts, and trash binning my sorrow. all day i been moving like im outta my lease, mind and moufpiece cold swag right outta da fleece.
loyal to my layer payup all the paper. no deuce, straight up. let the money be the wager! patience made ya, pain easy baked ya. now look at u just right, who deserves the favor.
soundmind too sound if i was the one answering alert to everything like knowledge and wisdom pampered it ya curse could be ya gift if ya use it right jus know losing to yaself can mean ya lose ya life
thats comes around once you aint bout that the devil will come find you where yo house at never seen, never heard never spoke… just a bittersweet taste of poisoned hope