Peace of Mind

Verse 1: My thoughts always movin' like a Rubix, what's the combination? My mind feels stuck in a box, no key to unlock no concentration Lately ain't been dreamin' a lot, it seem like a lot, just constant chasin' Most people don't see it alot, believe it or not these walls been vacant This gray matter, ground zero right now it's the site of confusion My first response was brush it off man that's just a mirage of illusions Why do I desert my conscience? Refuse to nuture constantly when I know what be lurking in darkness Rebuke those talks of honesty cuz they're honestly nothing but brutal I ought to be moving like Groot though, Stick to my roots, don't let the evil tempt I gotta be fruitful Just branch away and leave the doubt if I wanna grow stronger and bloom more, Then I gotta take guidance no longer deny it won't ever be finding no loopholes No changing the fabric, The cloth I was cut from, is more than enough not a stretch more elastic Flexible outcomes, ups and down highs and lows are just part of what happens I'll reframe put in lamens, in a place that's not the greatest gotta face this" Hook: I gotta be honest, yea yea yea I keep some things inside Sometimes can't sleep at night Thoughts holding me hostage yea My conscience tries to fight it The darkness where's the light at Hoping that I find some peace of mind Verse 2: Shots fired I didn't see no gun Hella triggers it won't be no fun Tryna shoot the breeze with me Loose leaves burnt together leads me to the truth and tree I ain't lucid dreaming, can't avoid the demons they want confrontation Guess I gotta have these conversations If I shatter if I crumble that's a different kinda concentration Been contemplating pressure that shit don't always make diamonds and don't care about your effort Gotta care about yourself though dog don't let them feeling fester, swear imploding don't make building any better All this smoking only feels a little better Niggas sick, need healing by the letter Bridge: Sometimes be feeling so alone yea Along yea, alone yea Messages unread all in my phone yea Phone yea, phone yea They be only seeing what I show them Show them, show them Don't nobody really ever know Hook: I gotta be honest, yea yea yea I keep some things inside Sometimes can't sleep at night Thoughts holding me hostage yea My conscience tries to fight it The darkness where's the light at Hoping that I find some peace of mind