I think I gotta get some
Today I realized I didn't matter
Today I found my [?] lasts long after I'm gone
Ashes to ashes and I spent half of my life on my phone
I'm tagging up, God caught me out in left field
Comfy in the flow, fought darkness to the death
Shield our eyes from the light and you might align with the blind, so don't blink
I am the beacon we designed to survive
See it's perfection to death
I'm blessed with finessing my breath, mental
Poisons the media, physicals what they feeding us
And people burning gasses if they don't like breathing, but if Earth
Knew she was feeding us then in turn we deceived her she'd evict us and I submit that you can't change even
Indeed I was heaving like grievance, they was fiending for features
They be reaching for rhymes I don't even know they allegiance
But pieces help me I'm broken, and niggas that can seed it think they niggas that can sew it
Valencia no seamstress I'm a heathen but I'm hopeful
I'm speeding through the seasons don't do people but I'm open
I'm tryna find a meaning non believer but I'm quoting
Don't run up on me and my homie he mad antisocial
He ain't goin' through the motions, nigga
Beacon
That sound like a winner
Let me get that back
Sometimes, we don't see eye to eye
Feels like the end
