SYMPATHY

You can't trust these niggas These niggas in they feelings Emotionlessly stubborn They gotta gravitate towards sumthin I'm focused, I'm bound to touch sumthin Money I'm clutching it You on some funny shit Actions foul, Ill intentions I expose them Expectations on high, I'm high what you expect Im expecting the low, just touching gravel on my skateboard gravitating towards something where you going? im just down the coast and if you lie, i might be down to cut your throat my apologies, thats just a few of my actions coming from the place im from niggas with them cutters on niggas wit them gloves on either way it go your face getting sliced open now are you down to coast no joke, early age dodging the prison its more than a can teacher let me explain they not trying to hear it, top Raman for breakfast save the pack for later this music is my therapy, semantics im laying in a chair still trying to proscribe me meds therapist said "life is like a track meet you gotta position your self out the blocks" it's funny how things work out now I'm in my own lane pacing myself of course getting a feel for things just know that straight aways are important all i do is finish lines thank god for my therapy thank you god for preparing me on some baby boy shit I'm in the belly of the beast looking in the mirror like what do that make me never question yourself i learned that from a decent prayer i know i got the wisdom to know the difference now