[ Featuring Justly2Poetic ]
Mixin' soft feelings and hard liquor
Words on paper is my favorite mirror
Reflection heavy on some days
Conscious always becomes lighter
I've drenched my craft with the spirits of wine
Trees co-signed the demands speaking from below my waistline
I've written art lifted plenty of times
Soberly I enslaved unfiltered declarations of love once a upon a time
Hateful 16 bars where my anger unloads oftentimes
I gave illicit freedom
To what makes sense to those who live off a dope poet's one liners.
I rather shoot up those who get high off of reading between the lines
Between what sticks and slides
Sinks in between the walls of our minds
Giving you shots of me, little bit of an untamed soul
A taste of an unkind fine
Washing it down with a witty mastermind
You gonna ask me to keep it comin
Imma ask you what you come wit
BYOB bring your own beat
Dance to it
Be nice with it
Become it
Your words gotta have the hungover and shit
Make them want another hit of how you feel
And just spit
Sitting back
Twisting
That
Honey berry backwood
I wrote on this piece a leaf
To let the homies know, about how the trap could take you away
Not to a paradise
But where a pair a die
For having cerebral fear
Many haven't even seen the tiers
Where men are crying, wishing they can speed the years
The miseducation that was giving to feed my peers
Didn't fall on deaf ears
It fell on the front steps
Now that young cadet
Stares
At life
And he writes
He writes
He writes
He writes about the plight
He writes about the price
He writes when she writes
He rewrites and writes again
Vices with verses
That can ignite the pen
Sowing each bar in between these bars
Keeps him right within
Murdering the innocent but guilty
With the pipes, they swing
This is the life for him
And every other king
Locked away in that detection center
A.k.a
The Rikers twin
Today we recite our sins
For the world to see
Battling these vices
To one day get to that pearly beach
And enjoying a sunset
My son said
You know we're never going to make it out these thirsty streets
The age has risen
Now, I pray we can make it to that 30 piece
Or at least 33
Before destruction comes 30 deeps
Can I fertile my seeds and give them a better world to read
Can I invest in the weed and make sure I can pay for my little girl's degrees
