I wish I could
Under promise, and over deliver,
Sit down and write psalms, instead I just scribble.
Written foul thoughts on the days I'm prolific,
Listening to the rain, dripping the six different rhythms.
Innocence is a prison for every dumb mind,
Through delusions eluding in every one rhyme,
An old soul they say,
Hey, look, the sunshine!
I see it peaking through each side of those dull blinds,
Unwind from the moment and close those eyes, sun.
Five-one equals eight, and then my times done.
I tried, f**, them birds are k**in' my vibe, bruh.
Time's up, just listen to them, your times up.