Cashflow on the beat Staring at this paper tryna think of Something deeper Make you see from a new perspective Resolution look clearer No, preacher, please I ain't perfect My purpose are purely stated And say it like affirmations I defound more than a couple times Balance ain't my cup of tea Battling my inner demons Tryin to find some peace of mind Piece together stances and poems; call it composing Combine these starts and emotions; record em and call em flow And I make the truth a priority, something within these sentences Substantive subtle sequence to synchronize my sixteens Uh I bet you feeling that the sound has got the rhythm (right, right) I'm tryna make a way in the world but there isn't (la, la) Take a hit and relax, it's got me feeling la la Got me feeling la la Got me feeling la la Puff, blow and fade away inside my mind My Mind My I go insaway, inside these lines, lines, lines, lines Uppon the passage the storys told from the past is a great example of how to move and what to do when you get involved in these situations You kids and where you're going, don't choke when it's time to pass it to you Miss the finger old and you're gold twice like you're pac Yo and my shit ready, right Your shit barely cry, bet he'd crack under the pressure like falling towers Turn to rust and rubble, rush into your shallow grave Back and forth, my guillotine, swing-set with the silhouette More soul than ego-spiritual, sang for the motivation Just to make it through the day Overcome this living hell Crying out for help like SOS when we can't save ourselves Lost inside the deepest depths, to dive you might want to take a breath That shit leaving scars that ain't gonna heal, you must be Hermia Don't you ever feel like - don't nobody understand me huh Yeh Don't you ever feel like - don't nobody understand me Puff, blow and fade away inside my mind My Mind My I go insaway, inside these lines, lines, lines, lines These lines