Flava for Ya Mind
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I wrote the symptoms of my own
sickness I'm just a victim of my own vice
Afflicted with this soul on ice addicted to the cold nights
My whole life depicted as pictures when I hold mics
Be moving in slow motion like the flickers in a strobe light
The flow tight but with no dough to get my folk right
We're rolling loaded dice up in this gold heist it's so trife
So while you boasting how you sold a brick of snow white
I'll spit some shit with lyrics dope enough to lift the coke price
My soul is timeless so I never sold it for profit it's ironic
Trying to cope with being broke when you know that you got it
The road to growth be the motive for scholars but even those
Who use knowledge to gross their dollars get exploited through college
It's either that or crime I chose the middle path with
Tracks and making patterns rhyme if that's the wrong route
Then no doubt i'm prone to grab a microphone and zone out
Then freak it 'til the speaker cones get blown out
My goal's to keep it mad tight
Eyo this mental pressure
Drives me crazy cause lately all my days been melancholy
I think I might be going through a slight depression probably
From putting effort in this reckless hobby since a snotty
Nosed kid hoping his shit blows when he grows big
But the show's rigged and yo I'm so sick
Of no one showing love still I won't quit or budge
No interest in the drinks and drugs cause 'til I get record
Spins and plugs ain't no spliff I could hit to help me get this buzz
I'm just misfit with a grudge who clutches pens like killers
Grip the snubs so when I spit you think it's clips and slugs
Just from the way they hit you but you already know the
Flow is deadlier than blades and pistols kid that ain't the issue
It's that nobody cares my wildest fear is to put
A lot of years in my career but never reach nobody's ears
It kind of got me scared cause if I don't fly
I may have to bid the underground goodbye yo that's no lie son
That's why I gotta climb the thought of grinding out a
Job from nine to five to follow dollar signs is out of line
I might just be the illest cat that no one's heard
But I'll live on through pictures captured on my words
Observe I keep it mad tight