Cashier

In the words of the greatest  Change is good for any of us Whatever it takes for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood I'm with you, I ain't mad at you Was losing footing in search of a better balance The flow fantastic way of living, sporadic All these Inconsistencies, emotionally erratic  Indulging richly in addiction and poor habits  Coming up cigarette smoke saturated fabrics Part of the reason I'm currently asthmatic Huffing and puffing attitude showing looking mad  Thinking bout my future repeatedly moving back Had to Change how I was living From sinning to repentance, thanking the Lord for forgiveness  But never smile in pictures  Couldn't hide my pain behind lenses  Finding a better way to illustrate my intentions All these bad decisions lead me to divine intervention  Feel like Pippin bullshit left cataracts on my vision  R.I.P. Earl Simmons, was out here really slipping Had get a grip on life just like boa constrictors Was fucked from certain things too young to witness Family members nodding off in the kitchen when we was children  Left holes In my heart like Zeroni and Yelnats Got Pain Buried deeper than kissin' Kate lipstick Anger turned relationships positive to be pernicious  Before reflecting my image blamed the victim, was living With mindset of children Teachers told me how I come off is gone lead to a loss And I always said they was tripping, didn't listen  Til my attitude collided wit different women  Seen infringement in friendships the shit was so sickening Treatment in-need is holistic like Sebi visit Not trying be witty simply expressing my deepest feelings Pray to break the yoke of yesterday  Rebuke the devil's dealings Riding with the Lord but Satan love third wheeling How much power steering is inside your expedition  This more than a bunch of lyrics it's therapy for my spirit  Step outside and feel the wind here  You gone run back inside or grab yo' cashmere  On same from last year  U want change? Be the cashier  Conversations I have in the mirror  Tired living reckless Tired of actin selfish  Tired of feeling like a broken needle on the record  You know they say repetition of the same thought or physical action Develops into a habit  And them same reflexes become automatic Not saying this shit just to sound cinematic Whatever u feed your mind  Gone digest into your actions Nigga you can talk yo' way out of a blessing