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~ lyrics ~
they ask me how i’m feelin
i’m feelin kinda blue like a Davis tune,
perched in front of the mic on a full moon
i’m attuned, and in tune wit every sentiment and settling for reasons why i could never let em in
i been broken down, i came back up, borderline insane, feelin like my brain backed up
estranged from part of my frame,
hella strained i been lookin for the rain, cuz i know my spirit too dried up
tryna keep it together but life falling out my pockets, lookin like a blunt, couple bucks, and my conscious, it’s common, to find me in a state more dramatic than a comik, prophecizing my death, call me yung 2kadamus.
honestly my mind never kept its promise, it went, never came back, my peace been abolished, presently posted in the cut, keepin silent, but death knockin on my door screaming “Chris Wallace”
i keep some pictures in my wallet, plus a lucky dollar hope nobody ever rob it, i been living dreams tryna come up on a comet, tryna wish up on a star cuz that’s where i find my knowledge
yuh
cuz shit don’t make sense, slaving 8 days a week just to make cents
my back breakin, ain’t makin no stacks, every day debating, whether peace of mind is worth 5 or 6 pence,
and i know it’s not, ain’t even sparked my spliff my eyes bloodshot
i’m too caught up in the mix to get a clear spot,
my soul needing a lift, so i been feeding my gift wit new música
and the ride transition hella smooth, suddenly my problems dissipate like a new moon,
these ain’t bars, this a talk, me n u, and it’s true, only need a open mind to hear my view then we cool
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap