I AM NOT THE WIND

Pugh See my new growth, did the big chop Life's a comedy, and I'm Chris rock Hope I don't choke, telling my joke Now I'm hearing boo's, like I'm a liquor store Came up out the fire dark as charcoal Pocket my desires, I see my soul Empty out the contents So I see my conscience Raw and not bionic, I am not the wind The wind, can be a poison Blow your ship sail to the left But my skin clearing toxins I got precious treasure in this chest Feel like Precious when I'm not my best Just like everybody tryna test They don't see the struggle in the flesh They don't see that I just need to rest I'm upset, when the wind blows All the doors close, I regress Feeling stressed, all the windows Look like who knows, it's mess I digest, want the pesos Gotta pace those, that's next I invest, in my own soul Never been sold, that's a flex I just keep on kicking like I'm Bruce Lee Cause these people thinking that they know me This the new me Don't need old bags or that jealousy in my vicinity So excuse me, when I write my story on a Loose Leaf With my sweat and tears as a trophy You can never ever take that from me Life is rugby, it ain't comfy That mean no pads, like a nomad Keep on moving, but I'm never running Like my boy Dash, life go so fast Like a hi hat and I'm drumming Hear that cymbal crash, like a red rash I am itching for my forthcoming Playing freeze tag, when I reach that Up and stuck better check the plumbing I am not the, I am not the I am not the wind, no I am not my, I am not my I am not my sins no I am not the, I am not the I am not the wind, no I am not my, I am not my I am not my sins no I am not the wind