Yeah
My sole obsession's
My souls progression
I can look straight in the mirror
See my souls reflection
No deception
I'm moving in my own direction
The Lord won't pardon your sins
If you won't confess em
Yeah
Prepared for love
Prepared for war
Prepared to protect life
Whether mine or yours
Listen
What do see when you close your eyes
Open ya mind
Could you relive a moment in time
A lotta fears
A lotta dreams
A lotta memories
A lotta tears
A lotta friends
A lotta enemies
A lotta years
Thinking that it wasn't meant to be
Negative energy was
F*ckin wit me mentally
A lotta fears
A lotta dreams
A lotta memories
A lotta tears
A lotta friends
A lotta enemies
A lotta years
Thinking that it wasn't meant to be
My mental was my potential
Coincidentally
I bet in retrospect they wishing they woulda let me live
Now im on asses of everyone that was talking shit
Im no subordinate
Im a king come from royalty
Fire fist flow im an Ace when it come to torching shit
Im still observing even when my eyes is wide shut
And got a focus even the reaper would be jealous of
Go get ya lettuce up
Quit thinking you could better us
Freddy Krueger wit the pen forever been a cut above
Soul darken the more I write I become the reaper
Ain't find no friends in this shit just more bodies I can ether
Me on this verse was a perfect marriage it's not a feature
Tabled relationships y'all be insecure like Issa
I kick my feet up
I'm too conceited
I'm undefeated
I sip tequila
I Soak the beat up
Then lace a heater
Out preach the preacher
He second guessing what he believe in
Then check the mirror
Lock eyes with him
Then I slay the demon
Another reckless heathen
Close yo eyes
Envision just what a nigga speaking
Shit fall apart but I live my life through the broken pieces
I pour my heart into all my art
I could never leave it
Only believe it
Thanking God I'm alive
Them haters wondering why
Consequences determine my future under the sky
Lying saying you love me
But really Want my demise
I know what the song say but nigga open ya eyes
A lotta fears
A lotta dreams
A lotta memories
A lotta tears
A lotta friends
A lotta enemies
A lotta years
Thinking that it wasn't meant to be
Negative energy was
F*ckin wit me mentally
A lotta fears
A lotta dreams
A lotta memories
A lotta tears
A lotta friends
A lotta enemies
A lotta years
Thinking that it wasn't meant to be
My mental was my potential
Coincidentally
Close your eyes and picture this.
It's 2017.
Decide to leave the east and head west, my quest for better things.
I couldn't fly where I was, had to search for better wings.
A wordsmith, but a surgeon I became, my verse can sever things.
I don't think you get the picture. Life can split ya.
Whole life in pieces, but grab and reach it and start to pick up.
In the psych ward, family wondering did I give up?
All I can think about is when I had to pick the shiv up.
When I close my eyes I see my assailants, in their villain clothes.
Black hoodies , 2am, off of western and lemon grove.
Niggas plotting on my life, remember there thinking.
"If I close my eyes it's forever" so f*ck it I gave up blinking.
I won the fight for my life but I'm fighting another currently.
Constant fights for the currency. Constant nights that it worries me.
Swinging punching and kicking, spitting till something change.
So when I open or close my eyes my vision appears the same.