Slip Me a Xanny

They tell me “What’s done in the dark
Will find a way to shine”
I done did so much that when you see you might go blind

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I Just Wanna Touch the Sky

See this shit is a part of me
So pardon me
I had to part
My opposition
Had to get my own pot to piss in
Had to make my own bread
Build my own business
I had to make it past chilling in the hood business
Seeing my dad really put me in a different state
Fuck what I been running for
I’m lost in another race
The one for my soul
The one against my demons
The one I drink away
The one that keeps me scheming
Late at night to be a star
You know I call it dreaming

In These Stolen Moments

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Thought for my revolutionary heart

“Look at the power, but you know what power does to man
Corruption always leads us to the same shit again
So when you talk about revolution dawg, I hear just what you saying
What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you (…)”

 

For Whom the Bell Tolls

I see the rain pouring down
Before my very eyes
Should come as no surprise

I’m searching and praying and hoping for something
I know I’m gon’ see it, I know that it’s coming
Lord, Lord

But what do you do when there’s no place to turn?
I have no one, I’m lonely, my bridges have burnt down
Lord, Lord

The bells getting loud, ain’t nowhere to hide
Got nowhere to go, put away my pride
Tired of feeling low even when I’m high
Ain’t no way to live, do I wanna die?
I don’t know, I don’t know
(…)
Bells gettin’ louder, louder
I see the rain pouring down

– J. Cole

Word To Selassie, I’m Zonin’

Got old niggas tryna bite cause they can’t capture
The feeling from days ‘fore the game passed ’em
Niggas out here lookin’ like a bunch of Dame Dash’s
Nicorette, that’s patchwork
That ain’t better than your last work
Cigarette, let the ash burn
Omen said don’t worry ’bout the last word
I’ma hit the gas swerve on ’em…

No Such Thing…

It’s beauty in the struggle, ugliness in the success
Hear my words or listen to my signal of distress
I grew up in the city and though some times we had less
Compared to some of my niggas down the block man we were blessed
And life can’t be no fairytale, no once upon a time
But I be God damned if a nigga don’t be tryin’