[Verse: Saba]
I just totally want utopia to surround my conscious
So I can give a f** about the fabrics that I found in my closet
Whats so bounded by sound is that her word never left me
While the departed all counting sheep, I am busy counting my blessing
Unc been on house arrest since his release
Just found him dead in his sleep, dead
Wait, This open your soul and your soul intent it’s total legit
I go throw a fit I owed unto him, he wrote from the pen
You [?] I pour out to sip if I drank
I know the Lord give and Lord take but he got me choosin’ between church and the music, like Mase
Pray, that’s what grandma said I bow my head
You still alive, you are not dead, I’m your pallbearer and that’s the blood that I wrote this with