SEEING SOUNDS
Chasing only mula
Praying ima make it sooner
Waiting on the patience to improve on
Rating the wasted told to move on
Praying ima make it
I'm used to being lost
Used to being last place
Used to seeing bad places
New to being half great
New to feeling past away
Only Talking to my balls Tom hanks castaway
Stop me walking on a break till i elevate
Like up and down
Why must I frown
Why must I drown
Ignite some loud
To the sound of my voice
Now or never is
Never your choice
While I confess this shit
A pile of dead Presidents
In denial till seshing quits
Shall I represent what i'm relfecting upon
Shall I represent what I'm repping on
Shall I represent what message will it cause
On and on we go
The Song is long we know
Prod from a god like hope
Hot like some snot in the cold
Shoot my shot like a bow
Yous a thot i let it go
True enough because I smoke
Who's to bluff when all I do is roast
Soon ima prove enough then ima go