Foolsircle

Aye Bless up Life as we know its been sending a breeze Scented with ease We move in increments Of need in what we believe We Running from diseases If it pleases politicians Polishing Pockets profiting prophets I Probably pride myself on my passion Never prophesied The Problem child Grand pappy always chided Rules never abided But I learned my lesson He only saw me as a kid No time for new impressions I get lost a lot My goal went in a few directions Cold how I would view my blessing Bold of me to only think that poetry Would queue my stressing Like that line hasn't accrued Depression, New obsessions, Lack of pride And a skewed perception Things seems to come Fool circle Somethings that can help, they can hurt you I can't fix This shit that I'm in Can't rinse My hands of these sins I'm only a man My plan just brought me Right back where I begin in the end And the end I go from whoa is me To hold this cheese Blue Coated Never fold it That's how I'm molded Know the steez This my channing Tatum moment I step up to the plate The dilemma Something hateful Lucky that I ain't full Grateful That my momma struggle So I didn't have to Lessons that she juggle Had me leavin out the classroom Fighting niggas in bathrooms For sneaker dissin Had to run that fade The only way that we would listen Never meager I should prolly pace myself Maybe I'm to eager Racing on these tracks Really make a nigga feet hurt And it ain't gone change Not the last time that I did the same old thing Things seems to come Fool circle Somethings that can help, they can hurt you I can't fix This shit that I'm in Can't rinse My hands of these sins I'm only a man My plan just brought me Right back where I begin in the end And the end