the clean break tougher to make
aint a thing to the king they aint ruffle the mane
hold your head cover your face
so disease doesnt spread sheets said
i got a son on the way
made my bed so thats where ima lay my weary bones
and heavy head i carry home everyday
my mama sayin that ill never be alone
even tho she gotta know that i know
she dismayed with the choices i made
the only way forward is unafraid and
focused when im holdin the reigns
yelled thanks over my shoulder to my auntie elaine
27 braids fallin over my face
my head on straight my mama closing the gate
both of em sleep better when they know that i ate/
goin thru changes i couldnt fathom
growing pains lead to understanding
im no passenger on this plane
precious cargo in the cabin
my whole take on baggage just aint the same
dont fall for the fake magic
they came with the david blayne patterns
so we jab and weave
im tryna farm up with the fam
some lavish green
lavash bread sharing everything
with the team
spreading seed
spilling drink for the dead
god speed
they took the lead but im still ahead
i found the swing sittin in the sand
pushin back