atlas

Yeah, Jace, youngin with a sweet flow
A man of the people, not above but equal
Got a lot to say but I'm all ears like a beagle
I can hear the devil but I can't see no evil
All I see are friends till the end, but some misguided
Al I see are people that been hurt and now they're blinded
Just need a little help so they can open up they're eyelids
And they can see themselves just how precious that their time is
A wise man said time waits for nobody
So I get up on my grind, energised with no coffee
To all y'all sleeping on me, hope you have a mattress
Hope you find a way to get yourself out the rat race
Hope you break your cycles and stop spinning on your axis
Hope you find your place and you don't ever need an atlas
Hope you do less talking and start taking lil more action
Hope you see that every day you're blessed with a fresh canvas

Okay, so what picture you painting?
Why you happy when the sun out but cry when it's raining
Can't you see you need rain and some pain for the growth
How can seeds turns to flowers without it there is no hope
I just breathe through the aches, ain't no breaks I just go
I find peace in the struggles in puddles I find my flow
In a jungle I find my ropes, you hustle and do the most
But the subtlest on the boat is the one who will stay afloat
I just coast, feel the breeze
The present provides everything you need
Seen the globe, seen the seas
But this moment is the happiest I'll ever be
Could have a house up in Beverly in Dubai making memories
But unless I'm good without it, I'm still trapped and forever be
Seeking for a better me, so even if I never reach
That level of financial freedom, I'm still at peace
I'm still at peace
I'm still at peace
I'm still at peace



Credits
Writer(s): A. Jace
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