Time Maschine

My beautiful bae Sometimes I don't wanna talk I just wanna feel song lyrics with you When I hear your laugh It's like a beautiful tone from an instrument I can hear your ancestors joy In your voice through the wind I think about the gems we'll make together too Triple H Heart Head Hands All together boo Part love poem, part practice To watch the steps of the delicate hearts we dance with And in my heart, I've known you before Coulda sworn we was just dancing In particle forms Loving thru the thunder storms Blessed with the chances of being born And then I meet you again My dearest sweet, beautiful friend I love you Thank you for your time Thanks for having me Time time ticking As my rhymes start kicking From my Shrine shrine flicking As the storyline thickens Plot plot my new steps From my block with old mess Blessed blessed and Stressed stressed Always more and less less I can see my losses in the introspect Is this always gonna be about protecting neck Memories catching less seconds, less minutes Keep thinking about that past, can't live my present I think this gift a lesson Misfortune into blessings Help born a few legends No limit soldiers Beautiful resistance That's a lot of days missing, I spent missing When I first thought of doing this I reminisce of old sentences & messages Thinking of them grand entrances Grass dancing til the sunset Now wonder bout my coming death I was younger didn't see the timer for having this breath Moments of stress, I can feel my body Asking me to take a sec You lived a tough life, man delay the wreck You worked overtime, man go cash the check This shit so wack I'm stumbling for the land back I know my life ain't just here for the cashapp Deeper than the dollars for the raps And my beautiful time reveals that In the bath adding up math Positives from all the negatives I seen it, the unfortunate you had to live In the past makes more room for the future Live my truth for when the hurtful Gotta send the rumors Timeless Fine as diamonds in Rwanda Remind us, how shit used to be where u find us Chillin up in luxuries' lap wit the commas, Past ain't grabbing me back, cause we climbing Penthouse views looking over my conscious Land reclamation getting back what was stolen Hand in the sky reaching out towards the golden Ray keep at bay all the opps they got covid Closure, gimme some room so I can grow sir Flowers - bloom in the Tomb of forgotten culture Bombs ringing over my head word to Tulsa Progression, say we moving ahead getting closer