Run it Back

Roll with me down
Memory lane met with a debt it was never the same
When I became so deranged
Intent in the lettering set into flames
Been in the game letting it rain
Tell them I meant it remember the name
Head is in pain I've been attempting
To get it addressed my medicine changed
Everything fades I've been just wishing it
Wouldn't but look at it led me to strength great
Now the position I'm putting my foot in has
Led me to faith aye
I had obsessions but my cravings suppressing I'm
Blessed to see what's left of me so why sedate my attention
I might get lost pay the cost find a way to correct it
I got to fly high
Set the pace for my brethren to see
The timeline
Where my destination is set in I set in stone
Every poem that hooks like methadone
To think it started back with books embedding flows
You can see why I laugh while you push for pressing hoes
Used to rely on the bags of Kush to get me over
Over analyze lives and lies that people told him
We condoning all endeavors that could tamper development
If my soul fit in bags by the gram I'd be selling it
Hell if it turned a profit I'd be handing it out
But the universe is watchin while we stand in the crowd
So while you prefer the watches and the fanciest house
I'm just tryna get me somethin so my family can sprout
I done packaged up my past so the damage can count
But you would have to run it back to understand what I'm bout

You would have to run it back to understand what I'm bout
You would have to run it back to understand what I'm bout

My posterchild is missing through and through ain't no way to find
My coping mechanisms ain't improving my state of mind
I stay behind erasing my feelin wheeling the race of time
Blank inside can't combine healing dealing with ancient lies
Made to rise but all these predicaments got me falling slow
Wavy tides I got to swim in it but the water cold
I done told fibs and lived like it was honest oath
On his own but if he was high then he was not alone
On a roll come with me to ride and you can follow slow
Thought for sure the trip would be delightful and simple
Until he saw the broken hinges at the sight of the temple
Dipping up off and over bridges when it got too suspenseful
When I would pause and show the difference from my side of the fence
And I can describe what I've been thru while still alive in my mental
His thoughts are prone to sickness it get dark or cold in instants
But it's all been so contingent on his heights and his levels
Knew that ain't the seat for me must have been driving a rental and
Cruising lanes between the streets of both my knights and my devils
My mind is a ghetto of different nights with Geppetto
Until my spirit take a trip and turn my life into echoes
But you gone have to run it back if you wanna know
I package up my past yea I got to go
Adios running through this rain so it's vamanos
Lotta hope see me turn my pain to a pot of gold