Jointed

These days My joints hurt My minds hazed The boy learns My hearts grazed I'm Covered from my gods grace Trying to find My own place Going at my own pace Switching past my old lanes Thanking god I got the picture Before old age Mindset of an old sage writing Words on new page Pacifist but down the line I've Shown some cold rage Rocking with the same crew Knocking with that same few Rolling with the raws now Kind of like she used to That Deja-vu I say I do That holy matrimony with the Game I choose These days My joints hurt My minds hazed The boy learns My hearts grazed I'm Covered from my gods grace Trying to find My own place These days My joints hurt My minds hazed The boy learns my hearts grazed I'm Covered from my gods grace Trying to find My own place Young man There ain't no time for waiting While you sit down on your ass All ya peers have gone and left you Now they graduating class Better find a purpose Or trade my nigga fast You ain't got the time to wait for Him to turn the first to last said Always your glass empty F*ck the half most niggas come with Never asked for shit not even Scraps my boy I crumbed it Had to fry the mind because reality was dumb as shit Gas up in my lungs just so my Body could keep running shit Right now I'm on E F*ck would you believe that Usually they lined up Some say I'm a fiend and That I chief too much F*ck all that shit That you talking tho If you seen the half of what I lived You would be chafing to She stroke I smoke the herb She choke I moan some words These vices so absurd My lessons should've learned that Kicked me to the curb so I kick them First Curved Now I'm curving first Curd How I'm creaming her Walls When I say a verse