Weather (Misty Mix)

Feels like I wander these streets like a rolling stone
My brain recollects rain, I can feel it inside my bones
Whether it's a light drizzle or a rumbling thunderstorm
I'll weather it, it's whatever I gotta do to move on
Some say the past is the past but I say challenge
I look back to the past to forecast on those things to come
Pass me a glass of your finest of libation
Drown my problems in these dark brown waters of coke a rum
Or flood me with white liquor. They say that liquor be quicker, I beg to differ
My backstroke is vicious... I'm cupping water like dirty dishes
This is not contentious, I'm undefeated in exhibitions, Impossible missions
All I can say is I'm something different listen
It's like throwing a fish in the water, I swim well
And it's like throwing a fish out of water... tale-tale
Flip flo, flap flip, tale-tale... It's apparent I use the bottle to my avail
Or maybe I'm tripping. Maybe I'm blurring my vision. Maybe I'm slipping
Maybe my coping choice's lacking some pimpin. No disciplinin'
I been in my feelings, strokin' my pen
In somewhat relentless tendencies of a young apprentice
Tryna take over the business
Lately I've succeeded at fusing the heart and the art
Maybe my failure lies at not healing the heart from the start
Treat my heart like a dart. Aim it up past the stars... Fly high my love, fly far

As I'm sitting before my maker, gripping this Master Yaeger
I'm praying the good Lord spares me all my angels
Even though searching to and fro try find a different angle
If he hears my plea and has mercy, I'll be overly grateful
Sometimes my moves be fateful
Even when I'm crossed, sometimes my thoughts turn hateful
I just grabbed the cross, bless the sauce and dive into a lake full
I'ma change my way, pay the cost but for now I gotta take two
For now, this gotta make due
Clouds is moving, wind just blew in. The universe disproves of my doing
Despite some slight imperfections, I was an obvious shoe-in
The chosen one, the God's son to be the voice of the children
As we cry for a healing... we turning to our vices for a feeling
We send up prayers but they seem to fall on ears that don't be hearin'
Speaking in tongues of the past tryna summon up a spirit
I'm just got leave my demons in these lyrics
In this world of pain, we all searching for pleasure
I leave my vices here so you can judge it however
I stand tall in my storm cause I know it always gets better
There's a whole lot of heart standing under this umbrella
It's a lot of times I let my demons conquer my angels
Too much pride to let the Son shine, thought I knew better
It's just one thing I had to realize altogether
I control the weather