Cashier

In the words of the greatest
Change is good for any of us
Whatever it takes for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood
I'm with you, I ain't mad at you

Was losing footing in search of a better balance
The flow fantastic way of living, sporadic
All these Inconsistencies, emotionally erratic
Indulging richly in addiction and poor habits
Coming up cigarette smoke saturated fabrics
Part of the reason I'm currently asthmatic
Huffing and puffing attitude showing looking mad
Thinking bout my future repeatedly moving back
Had to Change how I was living
From sinning to repentance, thanking the Lord for forgiveness
But never smile in pictures
Couldn't hide my pain behind lenses
Finding a better way to illustrate my intentions
All these bad decisions lead me to divine intervention
Feel like Pippin bullshit left cataracts on my vision
R.I.P. Earl Simmons, was out here really slipping
Had get a grip on life just like boa constrictors
Was fucked from certain things too young to witness
Family members nodding off in the kitchen when we was children
Left holes In my heart like Zeroni and Yelnats
Got Pain Buried deeper than kissin' Kate lipstick
Anger turned relationships positive to be pernicious
Before reflecting my image blamed the victim, was living
With mindset of children
Teachers told me how I come off is gone lead to a loss
And I always said they was tripping, didn't listen
Til my attitude collided wit different women
Seen infringement in friendships the shit was so sickening
Treatment in-need is holistic like Sebi visit
Not trying be witty simply expressing my deepest feelings
Pray to break the yoke of yesterday
Rebuke the devil's dealings
Riding with the Lord but Satan love third wheeling
How much power steering is inside your expedition
This more than a bunch of lyrics it's therapy for my spirit

Step outside and feel the wind here
You gone run back inside or grab yo' cashmere
On same from last year
U want change? Be the cashier
Conversations I have in the mirror
Tired living reckless
Tired of actin selfish
Tired of feeling like a broken needle on the record

You know they say repetition of the same thought or physical action
Develops into a habit
And them same reflexes become automatic
Not saying this shit just to sound cinematic
Whatever u feed your mind
Gone digest into your actions
Nigga you can talk yo' way out of a blessing