Reflections

Yea, yea

Look

As the morning sunrises
I check my mobile devices
Thinking bout my piece of the pie
And getting slices
Eyes on what the prize is
So dumb to the fact
That I ain't even thank my creator
Once I opened my eyelids

Damn I'm really slipping
Damn what was I sipping
My momma probably look at me like
Damn nigga you tripping
Condemning me how I'm living
How niggas who ain't perfect
Get to look me in my eyes
And tell me bout how I'm sinning

Damn that shit is wack
What type of shit is that
How you expect me to grow
When you all over my back

But then I step back
To look around and reflect
The dots become clearer
As I begin to connect

So when I see somebody
That's giving me criticism
I never argue with them
I listen to all the wisdom

I'm knowing that they may just be
A momentary angel
To guide my footsteps
And for that, I say thank you

Yea



Credits
Writer(s): Thelonious Monk, Monk Thelonious
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