You only get one shot to make your life perfect, but no one goes through unscuffed with no bruises, no business with the fools you used to carpool with, nowadays they all out abusing the drugs they never stopped pursuing. But im here to make another statement, i know im the goat of what i say, just sit down and take this advice, not a lot of people know where they are going in life.. So we just go with the flow, not knowing we could crash like the wabes hit the cove, the water gets cold coming up to your throat, we almost felt ghost until we finally got the notes to match the tune in life but what broke was the ruins, despite what people are doing, there is still a time where we gotta sit and think about the life problems but the hard part is making the change happen, just going laps and, not realizing how fast it goes, the distraction made you frozen and not move forward because of the pen you hold you felt the notes deplete in your notebook, the words you did have were now tooken, left me shooken, i wanted to keep pushing but when the water fills your lungs how do i keep pumpimg the blood to my brain, how do i not act so insane? How come everbody only brags about what they make, how they are paid, all the racks that stacked and got them bills laid flat with a stamp on it, i barely even got the paycheck to keep me in balance, but i got my hands on it, im ready to feast, bring out the best in me, and go somewhere far hopefully, nust notably writing down what not too look forward too, i just need a moment or two, give me the mic so i can soar into the deepest part of space, the cold sadness shows blatantly on my face, but i look around at people smiling i wish i had that today... Just dont let yourself get so down where you spiral and dont know the way out of your psyche, i might be writing or typing for the thoughts that just keep inviting themselves into my grocery cart, yeah buying all the fake shit you sell me, just to figure out it was only for you self indulging assholes who never had extra change for the woman who needed clothes, never seen anything other than fame and money from your peep holes, never did i need hoes, i just needed those beats, they feed the inner demon inside me, i got frightened by the lightning, but the storm will always blow over, im just scorn from the shit a carried on my shoulders its been a big wait, and a big weight, weighing the options i know i gotta grip, so imma keep myself open to my concience because i was the one with open eyes who decided yes, imma make this better than i ever have, never wanted to make a diss track, but yall fakes always flash your stacks of cash like ive never got a bag, like i cant relate to feeling sad, like im no good like a used dirty rag, its happening, the beat drops while i empty my vocals, nothing left when im feeling remotely close too, the feeling of happiness, it gets out of my reach once i go to grab it, like a rabbit in a hat trick, gone into infinity, not going to keep on with the same fish tryna catch the bait, but you left me no choice but to escape, i feel better without being in so much rage...