So Tired You Can't Stop Dreaming
I came up on both sides like Delorian doors.
If heaven's got a ghetto hell's got a resort.
Beside yourself with anger or inside you in thought.
Repeat until you see desired results.
While Bro was flipping birds I was scripting words. I admired the fraught.
Thinking chaos was my designed default.
Habit or hat trick. Being on the fence this long requires practice.
Hi my name is Gavin. I got a couple habits, for the rhyme, redacted.
Would only complicate the motives. Keep em sweating like cold sodas.
The best stories ever told never written. Couldn't sit and find the words for em.
Deep cuts heal the listener quicker than it heals the man bleeding when he wrote it.
Few would choose to sing a silent opus. Lead or leave your feet up on the sofa.
If I take a knee you know I'll give back with interest for the culture.
Trying find my rhythm per the day.
NAVY BLUE:
What more could he say?
When the flames done torched up all in its in way.
A dozen years slave, 2 dozen is a day,
mulligan and cornbread muffins with the gravy,
my parents made marijuana babies, and my mama don't smoke and she don't eat don't eat bacon
no swining and dining for me,
keep a eye on the prize and a eye on the grief,
my sis say it's the diamonds for me,
got a lot to set aside when I dive in the deep,
Popeye with the green, gotta love that chicken,
yellow bricks of gold on the road heels clicking,
take nigga home no alcohol in my liquid,
past to resolve, and a path got friction like a muhfucka,
none other than my own mission,
I admit I was on some bullshit, I would sprinkle in the grabba,
sprinkling some more in,
like my brother big Mike say it's war in my pen,
self care is like chores for within,
when the course get tough, ain't no forcing the wind,
finna snap like Stax, with the jazz like Shepp,
one on one with myself and I been above the rim,
navy blue the natural, trust it's actually him,
Got features like a statue, matching with his kin,
and you know I'm keen, when a nigga meet his end and the screen read fin, infinity,
This the never ending story of a dream and my misery.
Light flickering on and off in the crib
It mustn't be a dream. This is real life
All in between. The two ends of a spectrum.
I landed where I'm destined to be. The never ending story of a dream and my misery.
Light flickering