focus

Focus Yeah… Codeine thoughts, slow motion when I’m zoning Eyes low, mind sharp, demons still roaming Tunnel vision tinted, can’t see no fake Whole world loud but I don’t even break Focus. Dirty cup nights, still plotting my rise Pain in my chest but it hide in my eyes I don’t talk much, I just move and observe Seen too many switch when the tables get turned Back against the wall, I was calm, not panicked Hunger in my gut, yeah, it turned to a habit Cold world, cold stares, cold hearts round me Had to lock my mind like a vault, no key Focus. I been in the dark where the real ones think Where the silence heavy and the soul don’t blink They be chasing highs, I be chasing control Trying to keep discipline over body and soul Late night drives with the bass real low Thinking ‘bout the times I was stuck down broke Now my mindset different, can’t move the same Too much on the line just to play them games Focus. Dirty thoughts creeping but I keep ‘em chained Too much pain in my blood to be entertained I done seen love turn fake real fast So I keep my circle small and my foot on gas No sleep, just grind and a restless mind Every loss carved deeper in my spine They see the calm, they don’t see the war I been battling self on a daily tour Yeah— Pressure in my lungs, but I breathe it slow Heart full of fire, but the face stay cold I don’t celebrate early, I don’t talk my plans I just tighten my focus and sharpen my stance Focus. Like I’m staring through smoke in a dim-lit room Like a king sitting quiet before the boom Energy dark but the vision still pure Even when the path feel unsure They be numbing they pain, I confront my own Sitting face to face with the seeds I’ve sown No distractions, no love for the noise Just me and ambition, no gimmicks, no toys Focus. Dirty world, so my mindset gritty Soul stay sharp in a life this shifty I done cut off ties that was killing my growth Now it’s tunnel vision every step, every oath If it ain’t about purpose, it dead to me If it mess with my peace, it’s a threat to me I move lowkey, but the drive high level Still fighting angels and inner devils Yeah… Focus ain’t clean, it’s raw and scarred It’s staying locked in when life hit hard It’s tunnel vision through pain and stress Still chasing clarity through the mess.