Belize

Sat through hours of sermon
To gather my worn past
The acid had fattened my dreams
Psychosymatic Promotion
The bottom's where I find my peace
Low in the ocean, somewhere in the south of Belize
Sippin sum dirty, not flirtin
Stanced up wit the team
Need to carve me some pounds
Same girls doin the rounds
The way that she me held down
Was hardly reprieved
When I encountered fatigue
Shawty found that it was somethin in me
Nothin to pin it on but days huggin a tree
Phases of trouble start to bubble the seams
Eatin at my heart
Subtle, but the rubble build up and it topple
Same problems I been shufflin
Marijuana fiend
Grams on knuckle, strands kept chance in my hands
Caustic and serene
Cuz the cost of serenity is givin up ya mindstate
Try and save part of your brain
Before the times take it
So don't supply the widespread hate
Keep ya mind in a high place
No time for the fakes
Don't let the vault be a cold case
Disregard what the old soul hate



Credits
Writer(s): Duncan Brian
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