FLIES' EYES

On the ledge daring myself to stand up still Sentiments I'm seeing is underhanded Devil going over his plans, never swayin' my march They sell they soul, it'll only cost me a band, muhfuckas ain't got the bandwidth Bunch of bandits, tryn run off with my shit I'm doin' the Eiffel, I need the baguettes Landed on top of panicked niggas tap dancing Don't you know you niggas could stop? Holding hands with the devil Don't you know that it stopped? We got the planet Catchin' errything Ackee and saltfish on my plate Visions is blank, till I mature enough into myself, mirror I faced Man in the picture just isn't as all there as I thought Smudge and a blot, missin' my face After all we ain't shit but a dot Nigga face it's fate, Can't be out here vacant Universe ain't that patient Can't be out here waiting I'm pinning the date Calendar got the chills, it might see a tear on my face Thinkin' I got the will but the walls close in as it seems whenever I sit still I ain't got a minute to wait, my watch pissed at my pace Safe like "Nigga, wait up" Wake up, get this shit straightened like Pillows and blankets I think it's safe to say I been on my way Time takes time Things take time to do I'll make mine Might make some for you Might make some for you Soon enough, won't have to worry bout it And I'll be finished my race I wanna make sure that all of my kin off spring boarding they tastes into organizations How could I stay apathetic, lethargic or mad at the rain? It reminds me it wash away errything I finger painted for days I wanted the brush, they told me to wait Lord, this world never given it to me straight I had to think Making it work, wiggling through the days Biting my tongue, holdin' in shit I needed to say Ten years later it's too late, been waitin' on apologies from 2011 Might get to see heaven before my traumas addressed In a 7-Eleven, should be a 911 instead Holdin' hard on my head If I let go, I might not get outta bed Call 911 I'm dead Was finna say, all my niggas know Imma get it, it's just a matter of when I been checking these cheques off of my list, offin' my limbs This job shit costin' me an arm and a leg already How long does this go? Cause something gotta give Just can't be my body, givin' up not a part of me They want the best out of me, I'll be the best out prolly Been that since my rents was tellin' me finish the broccoli How did nobody stop me? Guided Time takes time Things take time to do I'll make mine Might make some for you (OoOOOoo) Might make some for you Soon enough Won't have to worry bout it