Late April

Sixth street and the wind blows
Catching up to the tempo
Fall skies and the scene goes
Homies or they fiends though?
Stepped out of my comfort zone
Had to show them who's it though
Stepped off of my high horse
And put myself in limbo
Can't you see I've been woke
Eyes red from the tremble
Bass blasting my eardrums
So I gotta crash that cymbal
Can't you see I've been broke
Nights I rekindle
These memories I can't change
But now it's all so simple

Shout out to my kinfolk
Shout out to my big bro
Five years it took now
But we got here it's that simple
I realized the key to life
Was keeping out of my head yo
Still alive so we got hope
Still a lie so I cop more
I've spent rhymes on rough times
I can't keep this face up
Did time in my mind
I need to embrace trust
Keep holding my head high
Keep grinding on this side
Stay true to this art form
Cause boy y'all the same now



Credits
Writer(s): Ahmad Faraj
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