SOIL

Facing all my demons got the heart to see em Paint all these pictures I should see em in a art museum Stared at the man in the mirror lately been hard to be em Pain and love I learnt to love the pain it's just a part of being I done seen this chapter had to turn another page Bad energy I had to burn some of the sage I prolly get humbled through my stunting phase Still I'm chasing every raise like I'm under paid Calluses I been holding catch the grip I don't need no anesthesia I ain't need no hand assist I been breathing from the source And levitating from the jump Sky walking wit the force Meditating like a monk Never looking back I never made a front Head right for the spliff Suddenly I left the blunt Yeah we move how we supposed to I was close to Falling head first with the old you Never owed you Steady breathing in my 02 I don't care bout what the False do I'm just mastering my wave like we mixing in Pro tools My army stellar Past harm embrace the calm through any harsh endeavor bone parts around my heart hold these broken shards together But Still I march The easy path is hardly better Making sure the farm is fed before the garden fed up Way I'm cookin' I ain't ever getting salmonella I stay wit the sun I bring the Party weather Still I feel the rain I need an umbrella Shit nah f*ck that I'm poking holes it without precipitation u tell me how I'm gonna know it's lit That be my medicine my daily dose of it I saw family trap I ain't need to hang with the older kids I been wit my inner state Don't look I'm finna stay Couple bruddas sleep But I can say I been awake Just want honesty Feasting like we never ate I was taught to never waste what's on my dinner plate We ain't had the fog lights Moving off a intuition I ain't see the stop signs All I know is tunnel vision You like what your cough like Sounding like a covid symptom Nah this just the rough life Of a ill mind this road is sickening But I learnt to heal Certain hurt hid behind the curtain surface still How many times can I hear these words about murder kill Heard the birds chirp no words to curse lift my spirit wit a frequency the earth can feel Karma got us in a bond and you can't curve the deal She collecting tithes like the church is filled So don't think that you ain't paying when you heard the bill Your clean hands a illusion u know the dirt is real