LIVING CHILD.

Yeah
Kept chips in the stash spot
Wherever I go bitches turn their head in a dead lock
Keep pennies in the coffee pot
Momma said, need anything ask ya pops
Wasn't round, busy on his knees spending money on child fees
World filled with rounds, dead screaming the name of Jah
Create compounds on a concrete where mothers frown
Stained glass, and pained gowns
Penitentiary with paid salutes and fake crowns
Got me in a suit screaming fake words and fake sounds
Tell the truth? My soul never been down
No Maggie Nelson to tell us where the blues shout
And why the price to live cost more than a hundred thou
I'm tryna make it out a living child
But these stares always keep me in doubt
Darkened by the light, I see the mounds of bodies in the clouds
Tryna keep it in bounds, always boxed in, my thoughts always found
Solace in the wind and comfort in the shroud
Used to beat old men with nothing but a pen, and nothing but a pound
Tryna see what life about, left my town in exchange to smoke rounds
Disappointed in myself, think I needa calm down
I've tried many times to tell people, I'm not who they perceive me as
I'm not what they've heard about, and I'm kind at heart
And I don't need recognition for the things I've done
I'm always tryna lead a quiet life, I just can't escape it
So instead, I decided to face that shit
In hopes that one day, I can rest, forever
Facing the sun, until one day it too, can rest
Peace
Toast to the dark ones, toast to the lost ones
Toast to everyone locked from the sun
Toast to the dark ones, toast to the lost ones
Toast to everyone, locked from the dark sun