TRIBE MOTTO (That) (feat. Concept206)

Excuse me as I revert to my old habits
Nowadays my dead lifting happens when I hold caskets
I throw my fist in the air like it ain't fair God
My homies dying one at a time remind me of air pods
I'm tuned in with the spirit that keep me at peace like
Jesus Christ the reason the air is thin but I breathe right
I got left on read by a relative who slept on my good spirit
I fear they fed 'em a sedative
I know a lot of good souls that dwell in a bad land
Their spirit went southwest cuz life dealt a bad hand
Plain and simple
I pray that peace be with you
We only in magazines
I hope you see the issue
People found empty land and put a trap in it
In my mind I'm with my loved one picking countertops and cabinets
Imma be at it till there's nothing left but winning
I'm crafted to overcome
One of the under represented
My granny a gardener grew cabbage in her yard
My homie a martyr
His homies just grew malice in they heart
I reminisce bout our youth
We miss too often to stop
Went from tryna spinna night
To spinna block on the opps
I'm now at a cross roads tryna cope with productivity
And fighting a heated battle against
Sadness and immobility
This here is an affirmation
I am not ok
Hurt wears away at my soul
But I am not gon fade
I'm tryna see ahead like a Cubs fitted
Pray for the down trotten
Work to keep them uplifted
More birthdays and baby showers
More birthdays and baby showers
More birthdays and baby showers
The great instinct is to make us think that we stand still
Word to Jada Pinkett
If I don't make it my mans will
I am not ok
Grief wearing at my soul but I am not gon fade



Credits
Writer(s): Aurelius Raines Iii
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