The Spirit

It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
Keep from pulling this thunder
But I don't pull guns
Nigguh I'm the son of
A hard working man
Put me in the upper middle class
Gave him plenty headaches
While tryna raise my little ass
Skipping class
Dipping pass
Roads I should've took
But if I took those turns
Life would have a different look
Make my own rules
I'm writing my own book
Write the verse
And the hook
Lure em in with the ending
My words all true too many cats pretending
You worried bout bitches
I'm uplifting my women
A king searching for his crown
Gotta Queen to hold me down
Damn
Thank you Lee Lee
Who knew that we'd be
Together on the run like Young Hov and Queen B
Yea
Love is what I love
So I resonate that reciprocated from above
Ugh
The universe keep on blessing me
While its testing me
Confessing see
Truth is immeasurably
The key to destiny
Fuck the telephone
I'm more into telepathy
Expel all evil the moment
That it gets next to me
I'm next to be a God
Actually I already am
Theres gotta be a balance
It's all apart of my plan
Damn
I'm the man
Nah I'm the Spirit
Projected in human form
So, my Kings and Queens could hear this



Credits
Writer(s): Tracy Lamont Morris, Bryan Thomas Patterson
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