Struggle throughout these
Puddle from out these (×3)
Struggle from out these hard times
Pockets empty, hoover flagging on all mine
Puddle forming from out these dry eyes
Rocks attached to ropes, sinking in swimming pools I
Created, these diamond times
Right now coal, but I'm in the making
Heart been frooze
Freeze you soul, cause mine never been for taking
I gave it away before hoping that a heater waiting
But it always kept me coming back and chasing
Hoping to get it back, barted at a prices, much deeper then cash
Demons always target much more then that
And since it's been recovered
No longer do I shutter
These frigid tempture a temptress, built like no other
Writtings from underneath a flooded rain gutter
I tell you not to worry, these shoulders is like no others
Big shoes to fill with purposeful steps my brotha
Each shoe print on these cement, telling myself imma be the next
Motherf*cka
Flow like butter
Spread it ontop this white bread Walter
Every piece
I lay my soul to rest when beside these beats
Peace of mind you find in these sheets
Of paper
Casket breaker
Endless live, ironic
Cause I tried to end it and handful of time and got really close twice
No need for the undertaker
No need for the undertaker
Why I couldn't take my life
Because these so much beauty in the making
When you learn to transmute this strife
25 years on this earth, yet to live right
So many nights, I joog
Hoping the officer just see my skin
Give me a slap on the wrist, and shit I'm still good
Doing whatever it takes, make ends meet or push the end til it breaks
Shatter the box that made me feel I'm confided to this place
Dead presidents don't define my grace
Bankroll, won't decide my fate
Cash load, don't ever have to be great
It was patience, that I mastered late
Take my breath at solid pace
Hard times Make what this graphite trace
Free myself in due time, shits not a race
So what if my pockets empty, heart of ice, and head that's heavy
Least I know My purpose won't be left empty
Creator, I aim to fulfill you plenty
Struggling throughout these hard times
Pockets empty, hoover flagging on all mine
Puddle forming from dry eyes
I float above drinking a tonic and rocked sky
I work patiently till my time
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English
Struggle throughout these
Puddle from out these (×3)
Struggle from out these hard times
Pockets empty, hoover flagging on all mine
Puddle forming from out these dry eyes
Rocks attached to ropes, sinking in swimming pools I
Created, these diamond times
Right now coal, but I'm in the making
Heart been frooze
Freeze you soul, cause mine never been for taking
I gave it away before hoping that a heater waiting
But it always kept me coming back and chasing
Hoping to get it back, barted at a prices, much deeper then cash
Demons always target much more then that
And since it's been recovered
No longer do I shutter
These frigid tempture a temptress, built like no other
Writtings from underneath a flooded rain gutter
I tell you not to worry, these shoulders is like no others
Big shoes to fill with purposeful steps my brotha
Each shoe print on these cement, telling myself imma be the next
Motherf*cka
Flow like butter
Spread it ontop this white bread Walter
Every piece
I lay my soul to rest when beside these beats
Peace of mind you find in these sheets
Of paper
Casket breaker
Endless live, ironic
Cause I tried to end it and handful of time and got really close twice
No need for the undertaker
No need for the undertaker
Why I couldn't take my life
Because these so much beauty in the making
When you learn to transmute this strife
25 years on this earth, yet to live right
So many nights, I joog
Hoping the officer just see my skin
Give me a slap on the wrist, and shit I'm still good
Doing whatever it takes, make ends meet or push the end til it breaks
Shatter the box that made me feel I'm confided to this place
Dead presidents don't define my grace
Bankroll, won't decide my fate
Cash load, don't ever have to be great
It was patience, that I mastered late
Take my breath at solid pace
Hard times Make what this graphite trace
Free myself in due time, shits not a race
So what if my pockets empty, heart of ice, and head that's heavy
Least I know My purpose won't be left empty
Creator, I aim to fulfill you plenty
Struggling throughout these hard times
Pockets empty, hoover flagging on all mine
Puddle forming from dry eyes
I float above drinking a tonic and rocked sky
I work patiently till my time
Puddle from out these (×3)
Struggle from out these hard times
Pockets empty, hoover flagging on all mine
Puddle forming from out these dry eyes
Rocks attached to ropes, sinking in swimming pools I
Created, these diamond times
Right now coal, but I'm in the making
Heart been frooze
Freeze you soul, cause mine never been for taking
I gave it away before hoping that a heater waiting
But it always kept me coming back and chasing
Hoping to get it back, barted at a prices, much deeper then cash
Demons always target much more then that
And since it's been recovered
No longer do I shutter
These frigid tempture a temptress, built like no other
Writtings from underneath a flooded rain gutter
I tell you not to worry, these shoulders is like no others
Big shoes to fill with purposeful steps my brotha
Each shoe print on these cement, telling myself imma be the next
Motherf*cka
Flow like butter
Spread it ontop this white bread Walter
Every piece
I lay my soul to rest when beside these beats
Peace of mind you find in these sheets
Of paper
Casket breaker
Endless live, ironic
Cause I tried to end it and handful of time and got really close twice
No need for the undertaker
No need for the undertaker
Why I couldn't take my life
Because these so much beauty in the making
When you learn to transmute this strife
25 years on this earth, yet to live right
So many nights, I joog
Hoping the officer just see my skin
Give me a slap on the wrist, and shit I'm still good
Doing whatever it takes, make ends meet or push the end til it breaks
Shatter the box that made me feel I'm confided to this place
Dead presidents don't define my grace
Bankroll, won't decide my fate
Cash load, don't ever have to be great
It was patience, that I mastered late
Take my breath at solid pace
Hard times Make what this graphite trace
Free myself in due time, shits not a race
So what if my pockets empty, heart of ice, and head that's heavy
Least I know My purpose won't be left empty
Creator, I aim to fulfill you plenty
Struggling throughout these hard times
Pockets empty, hoover flagging on all mine
Puddle forming from dry eyes
I float above drinking a tonic and rocked sky
I work patiently till my time
Writer: Walter Kay III
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