content, well in the process

Gold teeth I'm tryna give my confidence a minute Rain snow shine we was cooking we ain't have a ceiling We as in specially me but it just sounded iller Half you mother fuckers speak liter the scissors cut the ribbon Shimmy down the back in contention it's hard to fight what's healing Screaming at my only reflection wish we had second visits Surround yourself with life in the air never no pessimism Know my pen chisels Scribe tendency I'm in my notes 'til sun down could really give a f*ck about your feelings As the day goes on find myself lacking this joy to show and grow contained with hope The more you know The less you don't You the type of kid to see a stick and poke I like black tea on sunny days the perfect combination with smoke Hanging out the window I wanna feel in my bones No joke I had to switch the game up I couldn't take the right route They be throwing change ups I hit it out the fucking house This just built up anger That's all the sudden coming out Who am I to blame huh Spread it faster word to mouth Feeling stuck then listen to me grab the knife and cut the box Green couch plotting I was trying to find a way to not Be the same mother fucker that you see just at the block Or the shop friendly with everyone because they shit is stock I wanna hide away don't wanna talk this not a phase or prop There be nights I'm wide awake thinking of snare placements and drops Jot down my thoughts with street chalk and watch the rain wash it away before they saw it I'm content well in the process Tt's all we have what's more to offer Nonsense