“It’s been a minute since I stepped up, battle with my Atoms that began to Uncle Fester..”
I’m fading, it’s messed up..
Left with my thoughts casting the images I reflect on..
Wandering the souls that we left on..
Attractions, distractions them makeshift thug’s mansions..
All of the..
“Good vibes, yeah we bout ‘em..
Started off from the bottom and we still here..”
And it’s devastating..
Saying we’re amazing is an understatement..
And we hate it..
Seeing how we grew up lost and frustrated..
Between the pharmaceuticals I’m dating..
And all the unattainable dreams I’m tired of chasing..
It’s a hypocrisy of fantasies..
“I just wanna live like Biggie Smalls..
Make a couple dollars doing what I love and all..
Pay for the homies like everywhere I go..
Stay on the road doing show after show..”
But nothing shows up..
We end up waiting on the roll out just to roll up..
Glasses stay half empty so we pour up..
To good friends who made it here..
Losing steps on these streets..
And as you can see..
“There’s scuffs on my feet..
From these roads filled with cracks..
So I polish my shoes but my soul is still black..
Had a beautiful mind so I spoke it..
The limelight took my time took my focus..
Finally made it to the orchard guess I’ll smoke it..
I fit the world in my hand then I broke it..”
Out of the blue..
Into the darkness..
Mixed with good intentions..
Desire to love..
Fear of affection..
Promises on the land of the wasted..
Lands of wasted promises..
And a wasted promise land..
“I love all the things I lost but I miss my mind the most..”