Smoking Progress

Everyday I be Smoking on progression, I be counting my blessing trying to learn my lessons ,everyday Im stressing, smoking on progression did get the message, let the stress just blow in the wind, you know how things go in the end, you fuckas dont know where i been, adolescence gets old in the end, all i do is write soul with my pen, i conditioned myself as a friend As the Page turning, sick of worry what I anit earning, dealing with the same pain so i stay hurting, success want me bad but she stay lurking, feel the frustration at a high so i stay kirkin, if it anit about the burkin then i cant work it, while im working on success lets do some soul searching, they say father knows best so it came perfect ,daddi past me the crown feel i anit worthy, my failures your emusement thats a soul circus, im the king in the jungle with a clouded purpose, i keep buying my lies i need to change merchants, they say time flies fast when you stay working let the weed numb the pain why i stay purpin,day ones rock solid so sturdy ,my flow run deep so murky. got passion no drive still swerving, i made the well run dry shit im still thirstin. even though we stay high we dont fly further you know with bread comes beef thats a hamburger. keep the passion of a boss as a solid worker, still working retail thats a social server. you know my flow stay wet ima real surfer just bets no regrets and mo purple 💜 Everyday I be Smoking on progression, I be counting my blessing trying to learn my lessons ,everyday Im stressing, smoking on progression did get the message, let the stress just blow in the wind, you know how things go in the end, you fuckas dont know where i been, adolescence gets old in the end, all i do is write soul with my pen, i conditioned myself as a friend. It cost to be the boss cant anit paying know attention, nigga older cant its just ignorance. When you see me sweat cause im staying i the kitchen ,living with regret is like a nigga seeing figments. Flashes of the past lets focus on the mission , trying feel the love but something feels like its missing. Comprehend her heart but still fail to listen , posioning the well and the time still ticking. Damn... with same repetitions damn...just cooking do the dishes. Genie in the bottle but i ran out of wishes, just venting out the pessure but still feel the tension, school of hard knocks just tryna escape detention, all i do is homework but still need extensions, process the progress but what is it giving, awoken im broken and know one can fix him. Everyday I be Smoking on progression, I be counting my blessing trying to learn my lessons ,everyday Im stressing, smoking on progression did get the message, let the stress just blow in the wind, you know how things go in the end, you fuckas dont know where i been, adolescence gets old in the end, all i do is write soul with my pen, i conditioned myself as a friend.